nyang3racha

[nyang3racha]

Stop the world I wanna get off with you

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut

synopsis: your sweet boyfriend comes up with a way to make you feel even more connected as a couple.

wc: 7.2k

warnings: tantric sex ~ a meditative form of sex. the aim is to be present in the moment to achieve a sensual and fulfilling sexual experience, connecting with your lover on a more profound level.

(aka edging, soft lovemaking, sensual touch, making out, oral (f and m), handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie)

a/n: i wrote this in two days (had to power through + it's not proofread so excuse any mistakes) and it felt so sweet and intimate and made me even more soft for hyune. happy birthday to my beloved hyune who deserves the entire universe and more💕

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You had just gotten home from work, the tiredness settling in your bones as you shucked off your shoes and coat with a deep exhale.

"Jinnie?" you called out to your beloved, scanning the living room and kitchen area in hopes of seeing a sign of him. With a little pout on your face, you made your way to the bedroom.

You slowly opened the door, thinking that he must be napping but your brows shot up in surprise when you didn't find him there either, nor heard the shower running in the bathroom.

"Jinnie?" you repeated but no answer. You shook your head with a small smile.

There was only one place you'd find him now.

You made your way to the guest room turned art studio where he was probably painting with his earphones in.

You knocked and quietly opened the door, finally finding your boyfriend, but he wasn't sitting in front of a canvas painting, he was sat at the desk, staring at his laptop. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his eyes scanned the letters on the screen, his teeth gnawing at his lip.

Upon hearing the door open, he looked up, his face softening into a smile when he laid his eyes upon you.

"Oh, hey love. I didn't hear you come in." Hyunjin said, beckoning you to come closer.

You walked closer to him and he wrapped his arm around you, swiftly pulling you in his lap and making you squeal in surprise. Your arms automatically wrapped around his shoulders as he leaned in, kissing your jaw and cheek.

"What's got you so concentrated?" you giggled a little, caressing the back of his head, the buzzed hair soft under your palm.

Hyunjin's eyes fluttered as he gently caressed your cheek, pressing his lips on yours.

"Something I wanted us to try for a long time." he whispered against your lips, kissing you slowly again. You could never get enough of his kisses, you loved it all from the little pecks he'd give you as he giggled to the most desperate and passionate make out sessions where you couldn't get enough of each other, always needing more.

"Oh yeah?" you smirked. "Something naughty?"

"Not really." Hyunjin shook his head and motioned towards his laptop, adjusting you on his lap so you were turned towards the screen. He leaned his chin on your shoulder, one arm wrapped around your stomach and his free hand scrolling up the page.

"Tantric sex?" your eyes widened, cheeks burning instantly.

"Mhm. Have you heard about it?"

"I have. It's supposed to be like meditative and sensual?" you asked, your hand caressing his arm that was holding you.

"Something like that." Hyunjin chuckled. "I just want us to connect like never before. I want to be close to you in every way possible. I want to explore you and love every part of you." he talked, his lips constantly making contact with the back of your neck.

Goosebumps appeared on your skin and you shivered, grabbing at his hand and intertwining your fingers as you turned to look at him.

"Hyunjin." you sighed, your heart beating fast against your chest.

"Don't feel pressured, my love. It's just a suggestion. You don't have to say yes." he smiled sweetly at you.

"Tell me more about it." you whispered, turning to face him fully and gently taking his face in your hands. Hyunjin giggled a little, nuzzling into your palms.

"Okay well, the point is to be in the moment with your partner, take your time as you explore each other and do stuff like breathe together and just touch each other. It doesn't have to be just sex, it's not about getting to the finish line, it's more about enjoying the journey." he explained and you nodded.

"It's supposed to bring us closer together. And when you do finish at the end, it's like the best full body orgasm you can experience." he added.

"So basically it's a huge edge fest?" you joked and Hyunjin laughed.

"Kind of, if you wanna look at it that way." he searched your eyes.

"Of course I wanna be closer to you, my love. It sounds like something wonderful, like an out of body experience." you smiled, kissing his nose.

"So, you wanna try it?" he beamed at you and you nodded.

"Yes, I'd love to." Hyunjin let out a delighted chuckle as he hugged you tighter, making you giggle.

You were a little bit nervous but excited to try something so romantic and loving with your sweet Hyunjin.

~

A few days later, after doing more research and discussing about it, the two of you finally had a weekend off, no other plans, perfect for enjoying each other without anyone else bothering you.

As soon as you opened your eyes that Saturday, you found Hyunjin already awake and smiling at you.

"Good morning, beautiful." he said and you whined, covering your face with the blanket, mumbling behind it.

"Don't hide." Hyunjin pried the blanket out of your fingers, pulling it down and chuckling at your disheveled state.

"You'll look at me all day today anyways." you huffed, moving your hair out of your face. He leaned in and gave you a few sweet pecks.

"I can't wait." he smiled, wrapping his arm around you.

You stayed like that quietly for some time as you caressed the back of his neck and he drew circles on your back. You almost fell back asleep until he lifted up and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm gonna start preparing our space." Hyunjin said before getting up. You turned on your back, stretching with a smile.

It was really happening.

By the time you got up and made your way to the living room, Hyunjin had already moved around some furniture, preparing the carpeted floor with covers, blankets and pillows. The two of you thought your living room would be the best option, it was spacious and full of light, usually the room where you relaxed, with all the pretty paintings Hyunjin had hung on the walls and the flower pots you had scattered around.

It was also the room where you first kissed and made love on your third date, when you invited Hyunjin over for a home cooked dinner.

"Need help?" you asked and Hyunjin nodded.

"I prepared some fruit in the kitchen. And water bottles. You can bring it here." he said and you walked away to the kitchen, bringing all the stuff to the living room.

Hyunjin was lighting up some scented candles before he turned to smile at you.

"Do you think it's warm enough here? I turned on the heating."

"It's fine. Comfortable." you nodded.

You decided to eat a simple toast for breakfast and have just a little bit of coffee. There was a strict rule of no devices whatsoever, just you and Hyunjin in your own little world so he grabbed your phones and laptops, leaving it all turned off in your bedroom.

Lastly, Hyunjin dimmed the lights and took your hand in his gently, a sweet smile dancing on his lips as the two of you finally settled in your living room.

"So, how do we start?" you asked, feeling a little nervous.

"However we feel like. There is no rules to that." he smiled. "Though matching our breathing is important. But I just wanna embrace you first, my love." Hyunjin added, placing his hands gently on your waist. You smiled wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest against his as you felt his warmth and found yourself enjoying the familiar and comforting place your lover's arms provided.

You held each other quietly for some time, then ever so slightly you started moving together to the quiet relaxing music in the background as if you were slow dancing but even slower. With your eyes closed, you pressed your cheek against his, your heart already filling up with love. Swaying with him like that almost made you feel like your feet weren't even touching the ground.

"You wanna sit down?" Hyunjin whispered quietly after a while, brushing his lips against your cheek gently.

"Mhm." you said and he leaned back, his hands finding yours and fingers entwining as he sat down cross-legged, you following suit and mirroring his pose, scooting closer to him so your knees and feet touched. Both of you were wearing only underwear and a shirt you slept in so the bare skin contact already got your breath stuck in your throat.

Hyunjin held your hands, resting them over his knees, his thumb caressing your skin gently. He gave you a little smile as the two of you held eye contact. You slowed your breathing, focusing on the moment as Hyunjin observed you. A little giggle escaped your lips.

"Sorry." you whispered.

"No, it's okay. We should be smiling and laughing. I'm glad that looking at me makes you giggle, darling." he smiled and you felt your cheeks burning. Even after so many shared moments together, you felt shy under his gaze at times.

"Well yeah, you always make me smile." you said quietly, it was his turn to giggle as he gently squeezed your hands. You sat like that for a while, gazing into each other's eyes lovingly, warmth spreading throughout your body, enveloping your heart as butterflies started fluttering inside your stomach, the flapping settling in your gut. You were shocked that only looking into Hyunjin's eyes already started making you feel aroused.

You closed your eyes a few times to take a deep breath and then looked at him again.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked.

"The day we met." Hyunjin answered.

"Oh. You bumped into me pretty hard." you laughed and he chuckled.

"It was Kkami's fault." he added and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"Poor Kkami." you pouted jokingly, reminiscing the day you thought would be the worst day ever but instead, you ended up meeting the love of your life. It was a horrible day at work, you were stressed as you were walking home, clutching a comforting cup of coffee when out of nowhere a little dog came running your way, barking as he flew past you, after him his owner who bumped into you so hard that you fell on your ass and spilled coffee all over yourself.

All you wanted to do in that moment was to just stay on the floor and cry. The handsome stranger gasped and shrieked, apologizing profusely before helping you up. He kept begging you to let him make it up to you and that's how you let him get you a new cup of coffee, exchanging names and numbers.

Only two weeks later you started dating, and you haven't looked back since.

"Thinking about it too now?" Hyunjin asked.

"I was." you smiled.

"I was in love with you the moment you yelled at me. You were so scary but so pretty." he confessed and you laughed.

"I thought I looked pathetic. I felt like it." you shook your head.

"No, you looked so beautiful." Hyunjin smiled, squeezing your hands gently.

"If you say so." you giggled and he let go of your hands, reaching towards your chest and putting his palm against your heartbeat.

He took your wrist in his other hand and guided your hand to his chest, your palm pressed against his heart too.

"Can you feel my heart beating for you, my love?" Hyunjin whispered and you felt a rush of emotions overwhelming you.

"Yes, I can." you whispered.

"Breathe with me." he added and the two of you kept eye contact, feeling each other's hearts beating as you matched your breathing.

You already felt overwhelmed with love for Hyunjin, as if your heart would burst, being close to him, looking at him, being looked at by him, being noticed, touched, loved.

"I wanna kiss you." Hyunjin said. "Am I being impatient?" he asked and you chuckled.

"I don't know. Aren't we supposed to let our feelings and desires lead us?"

"I guess we are. Come sit on my lap, beloved." Hyunjin smiled and you untangled your legs and stood up, stretching a little before sitting in his his lap, your legs wrapped around him. Your core was close to his but still far enough that you didn't feel him pressing against you, more so leaning on his legs.

Hyunjin's hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs gently tracing on your skin. The shapes of you were already engraved in his mind, he could sketch you out with his eyes closed.

He leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, then each of your eyelids, making you giggle quietly as you placed your hands on either side of his neck. Hyunjin took in a sharp breath, his neck was always sensitive and you felt him becoming warmer and more tense as your fingertips ran over his skin.

"Relax." you said, pressing your lips into his cheeks, kissing his soft skin as he leaned his head back a little, enjoying your touches.

"Remember to breathe." you whispered and he nodded.

"Yes." he whispered back, opening his eyes and looking at you with a glazed over look.

"My sweet Jinnie." your hands ran up over his head, as you gently caressed his short hair, giving him a little massage.

"Mm. Darling. That feels really good." his hands came down to your waist and he gently squeezed.

"I love making you feel good." you kissed his forehead and he let out a quiet whine.

"You always make me feel good, beloved." he stated as you kissed the tip of his nose.

His breath hitched when you cupped his face and brushed your lips against his. Hyunjin couldn't help it as he pulled you in just a little closer so now you could feel the warmth of his core near yours.

He puckered up his lips and just stayed like that, connected with you as you matched your breath again. Hyunjin then captured your lower lip between his and started kissing you gently, slowly moving his lips, savoring the moment as if it was the first and last time he would kiss you.

His hands drew little circles on your lower back as you kept kissing him, pouring the love from your lips to his. You didn't even hear the music in the background anymore, all your senses were focused on Hyunjin. He gently rubbed his nose against yours in between kisses and your hands made their way down to his shoulders which you always admired and loved kissing, maybe even sinking your teeth in.

Hyunjin's hands trembled before travelling down to gently squeeze your hips. His fingertips played with the hem of your shirt, the tip of his tongue prodding at your lips. You parted them, letting him in and he tasted you, rubbing his tongue against yours before swirling it around. You felt a zap pass through your core, arousal gathering on your entrance now.

He squeezed your hips again before leaning back a little.

"Gotta catch our breath, hm?" he asked in a sultry tone, his eyes darkened as he brushed a strand of your hair away from your face.

"Mhm." you nodded, clutching at his shoulders a little.

Hyunjin's fingertips softly ran down your inner thighs, making you shiver as he went back up.

You looked down, noticing his erection and you bit your lip. He giggled a little, making you look up at him.

"Usually I'd already be inside you, hm?" he kissed the corners of your lips.

"Yeah, pretty much." you chuckled.

"I wanna keep kissing you, my love." he said, one of his hands tangling in your hair as he held the back of your neck, his other still lingering on your thigh.

"Me too." you said, caressing his upper back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath your palms.

Hyunjin leaned in with a smile, kissing you slowly again until you built up the kiss again, your tongues crashing against each other slowly as you savored the taste of each other.

You couldn't help the little moans escaping your lips, your panties becoming more wet by the second. You throbbed and burned slowly, wanting to feel him closer to you but at the same time enjoying the sensual moment you were in.

You stopped kissing, almost losing track of time, having no idea how long you have been making out.

"I wanna feel how warm you are." Hyunjin bit on your lower lip gently, his fingertips dangerously close to your wet pussy.

"Feel me, beloved." you whispered, gently caressing his back as he touched your thighs.

His fingers made contact with your core through your panties which were soaked at this point.

"Mm, love." Hyunjin's lips pressed against your jaw, kiss after kiss travelling to your neck. You threw your head back with a gasp, concentrating on your breathing and his fingertips just softly running over your clothed pussy.

Your touched his chest, hands sliding down until you got to his erection, your fingers finding his wet head and gently circling it.

"Y/n." his warm breath hit your neck before he licked a long stripe on your skin and gently nipped at it.

"I love you." Hyunjin pressed a kiss under your ear, retracting his hand, in favor of sliding both of them under your shirt and caressing your tummy.

"I love you." you squeezed his length a little, making him moan quietly before you slid your hands to his hips.

He leaned back to smile at you and you kissed him gently as he kept caressing your stomach.

"Can I take it off?" he asked, gripping the end od your shirt and you nodded.

"Of course." you smiled and he pulled your shirt off, tossing it aside. His eyes fell down to your chest and your tummy.

"So beautiful." he said, sucking his bottom lip in.

"Yours too." you said and Hyunjin snapped out of his trance, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the same direction he threw yours.

"Come closer." he wrapped his arms around you and you wrapped yours around him as he pulled you flush against his body, your chest pressed against his and your cores finally touching. You felt as if your entire body was burning as you both let out a sigh at the little friction.

"There's nowhere I'd rather be right now." Hyunjin said, his cheek on your shoulder as you held each other tightly.

"Me too, sharing this moment with you is beautiful." you said, running your fingertips on his back. Hyunjin shivered a little, holding you tighter and you adjusted on his lap, squirming a little and making him moan into your ear.

"Love." he gripped your hips and moved against you slowly, grinding his entire length against your pussy.

"Jinnie." you matched his movement and started grinding against him gently.

The friction between you was delicious and the way you moved against him slowly, not hurrying to finish and holding back a little made you feel even more aroused than usually. You felt like there were waves of pleasure running through your entire body even though he wasn't even inside you.

"My sweet angel." Hyunjin gently cupped your breasts and you shivered, arching into his hands, still moving your core against his softly.

"Jinnie." you whined a little when his thumbs brushed against your nipples.

"I- I feel close."

"You want a break?" he asked and you nodded.

"Okay." he pecked your lips with a smile before the two of you untagled from each other, stretching a little.

"How are you feeling?" you asked when he gave you a bottle of water.

"Like my entire body is on fire."

"Same." you chuckled.

You decided to eat some fruit, sitting close to each other as you talked for a while, calming down just a little even though the fire still burned inside you, now a bit more dim.

"You wanna continue, angel?" Hyunjin asked after a while.

"Yes. What do you wanna do?"

"I want you to lay down and relax for me." he said, brushing his knuckles against your warm cheek.

"Oh. Okay." you smiled, anticipation building up inside you.

"Get comfy." he caressed your legs, noticing the tension in your body. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and letting out a long exhale as you melted into the blankets beneath you.

Hyunjin hovered over you, leaning in to press small kisses everywhere on your face before kissing your lips. He tasted sweet like the fruit you just ate and you were so addicted to his lips. He slowly slid off your underwear so now you were completely bare under him.

He kissed your jaw, then your neck slowly, taking his time and lingering after each kiss. You felt his hot breath against your skin the entire time, making you shiver as your fingers curled into the sheets below.

"Love, relax." Hyunjin noticed, brushing his fingertips over your hands.

"Sorry." you whined, biting on your lip and relaxing again.

"It's okay." he reassured you, his fingers dancing on your sides. He scooted down a little, leaning in to press kisses on your stomach, dragging his bottom lip against your skin as he looked at you.

"You're so sweet, my darling." Hyunjin murmured against you as he kept kissing you. You fell into sort of a trance, closing your eyes as he kissed you everywhere, coming up to your breasts. His lips continued worshipping your supple flesh, avoiding your nipples at the beginning, making you shake with arousal and need. He gave you only two soft kisses on each bud, leaving you yearning for more.

"Hyun..." you breathed out, blinking your eyes open and seeing that he grabbed the coconut oil used for massage.

"Shh, I got you love. Just stay relaxed like that for me." he cooed at you, caressing your face. You closed your eyes and soon felt the oil drizzle on your abdomen. Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Hyunjin who smiled at you sweetly as he started gently spreading the oil on your skin, his fingers warming you up, right above your core, teasing, loving.

"Focus on your breathing." he reminded you as you got worked up immediately, it felt so good.

You focused on taking deep breaths, amplifying the feeling of his warm hands on you as he gently massaged you, his hands sliding up to your ribs and between your breasts. You fell into another trance as he kept gently running his hands on your body, before he poured some more coconut oil in his palms and softly grabbed your breasts, massaging the flesh.

"Look at my hands, beloved. Look at them worshipping your beautiful body." Hyunjin said and your eyes fluttered open, a moan escaping your lips when you saw the intense but loving look in his eyes, focused only on you, like you were the only thing that existed in the world.

You looked down at his beautiful hands, ones you loved, ones that held you, touched you, gave you comfort, brought your pleasure and painted masterpieces. You felt the urge to kiss and lick at his fingers but held it in, knowing soon he'll be the one receiving all the worship.

"Breathe." he saw you getting worked up.

You took a few deep breaths, feeling yourself getting incredibly wet, probably even dripping on the sheets and you wanted to press your legs together and rub them just to feel a little relief.

"Ah." you whined when Hyunjin started slowly circling around your nipples before pressing his thumbs gently into them and then moving up and down, left and right. Your eyes rolled back, your pussy clenching as you felt so sensitive to everything he was doing to you.

Hyunjin smiled at the state of you, lightly pinching your nipples before circling them again.

"H-Hyunjin." you moaned, feeling like you could cum just from that stimulation.

"Darling." he pinched your nipples again, and you whined, your legs twitching, pressing against his thighs where he kneeled between yours.

"Kiss me." you needed something, anything and Hyunjin obliged, pressing his sweet plump lips against yours, engulfing all the little moans slipping out of you as he kept stimulating your sensitive nipples.

You were so sure you were about to cum from only that when Hyunjin retracted his hands, grabbing a little cloth and cleaning his fingers from the coconut oil. He observed you with a little smile as you stared up at him.

"I need you, Jinnie." you whimpered, trying to close your legs.

"I know." he said, prying your legs open gently, his hands on your inner thighs. "I know, angel."

He leaned down, pressing his lips on your inner thigh as his eyes fell on your core. You felt exposed, a wave of embarrassment washing over you but Hyunjin smiled.

"You're so wet, my love." he whispered, closer to your pussy before he touched your clit ever so gently with his thumb, and that was enough for you to jolt and moan. You've never felt this sensitive before, surprising yourself at the electrifying feeling running through you while he only brushed against your nub.

"So sensitive huh?" he smirked a little, gently running the pad of his thumb up and down.

"Y-yes." you moaned out, your toes curling at the feeling.

"Ready to receive pleasure." he noted, biting on his lip harshly as he circled your clit. You were dripping more and more, your eyes falling down to see his erection straining against his boxers. He followed your eyes and looked down.

"Don't worry. Right now it's about you." Hyunjin reassured you.

"But I wanna see." you breathed out when he dipped his fingers down to gather your wetness and gently smear it all over your aching cunt.

"As you wish, beloved." he retracted his hand for a moment only to get rid of his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and dripping as it slapped against his abdomen.

"Fuck." you groaned, so needy for him. "Touch me more."

Hyunjin didn't need to be told twice, his hand was back between your legs as he started massaging your clit, applying different pressures and movements, making you moan loudly as your legs trembled. You were close again.

"Hyunjin! I'm gonna cum." you whined, fisting the sheets and he stopped, his hands on your inner thighs, caressing you as you shivered.

"Breathe for me." he hovered above you, trying to get you to match his deep breaths.

He kissed you lovingly until you calmed down a little before he made his way between your legs.

"Can I taste you?" he asked and you nodded frantically, you were still burning up like never before.

Hyunjin leaned in immediately, his plump lips pressed against your lower ones. You whined, your breath hitched before you relaxed against his lips, kissing your clit and your wet pussy. He pressed the tip of his tongue in your clit, circling it and making your toes curl again. It was getting harder and harder to hold back. He ran his tongue down through your slit, gathering your juices and swallowing them.

"So sweet, my angel." he muttered against you before prodding at you with his tongue, pushing it in, your warm pussy welcoming him.

"Hyunjin." you moaned his name, your hand finding the back of his head as you caressed him.

"Hyunjin." you repeated as he gently fucked you with his tongue. "I love you." you felt it in the deepest corners of your being, the love for your man.

"I love you so much, my angel." Hyunjin smiled as you touched his face before he dove back in to kiss and suck at your sensitive clit.

Pretty soon, you were trembling against his mouth, messy with your arousal and his spit and he moaned into you when his dick accidentally brushed against the sheets.

He leaned back suddenly, blinking.

"You okay?" you asked.

"I feel like if you touched me right now, I'd cum." he breathed hard, licking around his lips.

"Do you need a break?" you asked.

"No, not yet. You?"

"Maybe just some water." you swallowed and Hyunjin nodded, the two of you hydrating and then exchanging a few sweet kisses.

"You wanna lay down now?" you asked him and he giggled, becoming giddy.

"Yes." he answered and you changed your positions, Hyunjin getting comfy on the blankets as you hovered over him. You took a moment to admire him laid before you, vulnerable and naked, ready to receive your touch and your love.

"Beautiful." you whispered and Hyunjin smiled, his cute dimples showing as his eyes filled up with so much love. You grabbed his hands, bringing them to your lips, kissing his knuckles and he smiled as he looked at you.

"I love your hands so much." you said and he chuckled.

"So you've told me before." he licked at his lip as you started pressing lingering kisses into his fingertips.

"I love them because they can be the most gentle and the most rough, whichever I need." you licked at his middle finger, making him shiver as he stared at you in a trance.

"Y/n." Hyunjin breathed out when gently sucked on his middle finger. "Mm." his body was already trembling, arching into you. You kissed his hand, his palm, his fingertips again and again, looking at the little puddle of pre-cum forming on his navel.

You released his hands after some time, placing yours on his chest and gently running them up and down, slowly moving to his shoulders, his arms, squeezing his biceps then back to his chest where you slid your thumb over his nipples. Hyunjin shivered every time you did that, his body trembling under your touch, his cock twitching and leaking.

He enjoyed having your attention only on him, your touch purposeful as you slid your hands up to his neck, he threw his head back letting you hold him. The way he looked at you in that moment, as if he was giving his entire life to you made you throb, more arousal gathering on your pussy.

"Sweet lover." you whispered, sliding your hands down to his inner thighs full of love bites you had left on them, marking him as yours. You gently touched him, massaging his flesh, fingertips close to his core every time you went up.

"Ah. Yes." he moaned as you touched him. You wanted to hear more, to see more, you wanted to make him feel so good. Your hands were now gently massaging around his cock, closer and closer to where he yearned for you.

You bit on your lip as you gently cupped his balls and Hyunjin let out a desperate moan, trembling under your touch.

"Remember to breathe." you echoed his words and he nodded quickly, his brows furrowed as he breathed deeply, your hand massaging his balls. You put your other hand on his cheek, and he looked at you with a small smile as you smoothed out his eyebrows.

"Relax for me." you cooed at him and he relaxed into the blankets, giving into your touch. His cock kept twitching as you massaged him, pressing your fingertips to his inner thighs, then around his member, then back to cupping his balls and lightly tugging on them.

"Fuck." Hyunjin gasped a little when you gathered the pre-cum that had been dripping on his navel and wrapped your fingers around his tip.

"Oh god." he let out a breath, looking down at your hand as you started circling your fingers all around the head, smearing his pre-cum and running your thumb over his slit.

You were getting even more wet, clenching at the feeling of him in your hand, so warm, so heavy, so wet, just for you. You wrapped your hand around him and started moving it slowly up and down, flicking your wrist at the tip.

"Ah, it feel so good!" Hyunjin whimpered before you wrapped your other hand around him, giving him more stimulation as you moved, squeezed and touched.

"W-wait, I don't wanna cum yet." he stuttered after a few minutes, his cock twitching harshly in your palms.

"Okay." you released him, gently touching his abdomen. You've never seen him so hard and you've never wanted him more, to feel him inside you, to be connected with him.

"Just breathe." you smiled at him, kissing him gently. Hyunjin placed his hand at the back of your head and held you as he pushed his tongue in and massaged yours with it.

You leaned back to catch your breath, trying to align your heartbeats again. You leaned in to kiss his neck and Hyunjin whimpered quietly, throwing his head back to give you access. You gently kissed his skin, inhaling his familiar and comforting scent as you went lower and lower, kissing his chest, his nipples, his stomach until you got to his cock.

"Y/n." he gasped, his thighs trembling when you pressed a kiss to his tip then ran your tongue over his sensitive slit.

"Keep going, please." Hyunjin needed you, he always did. You licked a long slow stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, leaving a few kisses on the way and making him lose his mind. You wrapped your lips around the head and lightly sucked.

Hyunjin let out a guttural moan, twitching against you as you took him in.

"Baby." he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair. You took your time, enjoying the feeling of his heaviness on your tongue, how warm he was, how he throbbed harder the more you slid down, leaking into your mouth, the salty taste of pre-cum driving you wild, waking up something primal inside you.

You wrapped your hand around the base and slid down as much as you could, gagging lightly around him as you cupped his balls with your other hand again.

"Ah, shit!" Hyunjin's hips jerked, his hand gripping at your hair and you sucked on him a few more moments before releasing.

"I was so close. So close." he panted and you giggled, wiping away the spit on your lips.

"You wanna take a break?" you asked and he nodded, pulling you down to lay next to him.

Your arms wrapped around each other as you threw your leg over his thighs, your hand sliding up and down his arm and shoulder while Hyunjin caressed your head and played with your hair.

You basked in each other's warmth and presence in the comfortable silence for a while before Hyunjin kissed your forehead, making you look up at him.

"How do you feel?" you asked, caressing his face and he nuzzled into your touch.

"Wonderful. Loved." he kissed your palm before smiling at you again.

"I wanna suggest something." you said, sitting up and he leaned up on his elbows and looked at you.

"Of course."

"I always wanted to try... cockwarming you." you said, feeling a little shy as you looked away, your cheeks burning. Hyunjin twitched at your words, his eyes fluttering and hands squeezing and curling into fists.

"Yes. Yes. I'd love that." he said and you looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, don't be shy now." he chuckled, sitting closer to you and wrapping his arms around you.

"You know I'm all yours, my love." he kissed your cheek, nosing against your skin.

"I'm all yours too, beloved."

"I know." Hyunjin smiled, kissing you sweetly. His hand reached between your legs and you pressed your thigh against his, opening up to let him touch you. His fingers slid against your wet entrance, up and down, tapping against your clit and making you whimper on his lips while he kissed you.

You reached down to touch his stomach, fingertips playing with his happy trail as he circled your clit. You let your hand slide lower as you wrapped your hand around his length, pumping him slowly and making him shiver. Hyunjin let out a grunt, laying his head on your shoulder and burying his face in your neck as he pressed his fingertips on your entrance. You leaned into his touch and he took that as a sign to slowly push two of his fingers inside you.

He slid in easily, your pussy clenching around his fingers and sucking them in, you were aching to be filled up for some time now. Neither of you said anything, just enjoyed the moment as both of your hands moved slowly, you spread the pre-cum down his length, giving him languid strokes and he matched your pace, pumping his fingers deep inside you, looking for that sweet spot.

You moaned loudly when he found it, his thumb pressing against your clit while his fingers rubbed your spot.

"Hyun..." you whimpered, squeezing his cock a little and making him bite into your shoulder.

"My love." he sighed then, licking over the bite and kissing it as he felt you getting wetter on his fingers, the thought of finally being inside your warmth made his mind spin.

You were close again, it was just a matter of moments for you to cum, you were so desperate at this point, you were barely holding back at this point. Hyunjin felt you clenching harder around him so he slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty.

"Need you, Jinnie. Need you so much." your hands squeezed at his sides and he pulled you into his lap.

"Shh, it's okay, just wrap your legs around me." he said, grabbing the base of his cock and pressing the tip against your wet pussy. You bit on your lip, your legs wrapped around him as he guided you down on his length slowly, making you feel every inch of him. Both of you moaned loudly at the feeling, your senses heightened as he filled you up perfectly, fitting snuggly inside you.

"So warm." Hyunjin muttered, mouthing at your neck again. You clenched around him, arching your back, your nipples grazing against his skin.

He let out a breath as you slid your hands on his back, shoulders and neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands gently squeezing the supple flesh on your bottom, massaging you.

"Hyunjin. I feel so full." you moaned. "You feel so good inside me." you added, touching the back of his neck.

"My angel. Always ready to take me and make me feel good. I love being inside you. Connected with you." Hyunjin spoke against your skin, lips travelling down to capture your nipple, gently sucking on it.

"Mm." your head started spinning instantly when he sucked a little harder, one of his hands coming up to play with your other breast.

You enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, him inside you while he worshipped your breasts and you caressed his hair, your eyes closed in bliss. There was really nothing else in this moment except you and him. You felt as if your souls were connected, not just your bodies and the thought of so much love between you made you want to burst.

You took his face in your hands and guided his lips to yours, kissing him passionately and lovingly. You squirmed on top of him, pressing your chest against his, both of you getting more desperate.

"Are we gonna break the rules if we make love now?" you asked, kissing the corner of his lips.

"There are no rules. We do what we feel like doing." Hyunjin said with a smile as you kissed the beauty marks on his face.

"Okay." you nodded, embracing him and the two of you stood like that for a few moments before you leaned back.

"I want you to make love to me." you whispered and Hyunjin let out a loving giggle, helping you get off him and move down onto the sheets.

"Gladly." he whispered, pushing you knees up as he positioned himself and slid back inside you easily, filling you up completely.

You moaned in unison as he caged you in with his arms, his body almost completely covering yours. You wrapped your legs around him, digging your heels into his backside. Hyunjin groaned and started fucking you with slow and languid movements.

"I don't think I will last long." he chuckled, his entire face and neck red.

"Me either." you clutched at this back while his hands cradled your head, caressing your hair as he looked at you with eyes full of love and lust.

"I love you, y/n. I wanna be with you forever. In every lifetime, just you and me." Hyunjin talked as he rocked into you slowly, dragging against your clit deliciously and creating perfect friction.

"I love you, Jinnie. Wanna be yours forever, too." you were losing your mind, maybe you were already gone as you nails dug into his flesh without you even realizing. It started from your toes curling and travelled up your legs, making your thighs quiver and then it spread like a fire inside your abdomen, fluttering through your stomach, somehow making your nipples harden even more, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"Hyunjin, I'm cumming." you whimpered and he groaned loudly.

"Me too." he whimpered. "Cum with me, my love."

He was shivering above you, his body on edge like yours, the love between you bursting as the coil finally snapped, feeling like a tidal wave crashing against every part of your body and pouring out of your core all around his length, you exploded, your ears ringing and entire body shaking as you kept cumming for what felt like a whole minute, your pussy clenching around Hyunjin's hardness.

He was stunned by the way you came, adding onto the emotions swirling and building up inside him as he moaned your name repeatedly like a prayer, twitching and exploding inside you, ropes of warm cum filling you up endlessly. Hyunjin kept rocking his hips into you, chasing that feeling, the wave that crashed over both of you, prolonging the orgasm as much as you could.

"Oh my god." you breathed hard as he collapsed on top of you. You felt like you went blind for a second, your ears ringing and your throat dry.

"Wow." Hyunjin squeezed your hand as he came down too.

You were in bliss.

He slowly looked up at you after a while, the sweetest smile adorning his face.

"That was... beautiful." he said and you nodded quickly.

"I can't feel my legs, honestly." you said and Hyunjin chuckled.

"I can't feel my dick." he added and you laughed, playfully smacking his shoulder.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he asked, lifting up to move the hair that got stuck on your sweaty face.

"As much as I love you." you answered and he bit on his lip with a chuckle.

"Happy four years, my love." Hyunjin said, kissing you gently.

"Happy four years, Jinnie." you smiled against his lips. "We should buy Kkami a treat to thank him."

"Oh yes. He did bring me to you." Hyunjin smiled, sliding out of you slowly and then wrapping his arms around you.

You shivered a little and he brought you closer to his warm body, pulling a blanket over the two of you.

"Let's stay like this for a while." he whispered and you nodded, burying your face in his neck, his arms your safe place.

Time and space disappeared around you, the world outside didn't exist, only your hearts vibrating together with a love that would last forever.

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( skz reaction ) condom or no condom .ᐟ 

📂🖇️ who in skz likes to fuck with or without a condom

genre: smut, minors dni, warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, slight breeding kink with chan cause grrrr, humiliation kink, overstimulation, small size kink with seungmin (his dick is too big for you cause i said so) creampies 🗣️🗣️🗣️ note: got super carried away and this is kinda dog but let’s gooooo

방찬. BANG CHAN

condom. he already has seven other kids he doesn’t need one more. mainly uses them cause he can’t be trusted when he swears he’ll pull out and cum on your stomach or tits instead. the faster his orgasm is to approaching the less he’s able to think about what he’s actually doing, every single coherent voice inside of him screaming for him to pull out is ignored as his cock fucks into you deep and sloppy - the promise of finally filling you up until his cum is spilling out past your little hole just makes it far too appealing to stay buried inside of your tight pussy, determined to leave you a sticky used mess once he’s done. hates himself for it but his breeding kink is dangerous, this man has to battle himself everyday to not fuck you until you’re full and pregnant, so convincing him to ditch the condoms will take some work. beg cutely enough and he’ll give in. swears he’s only doing it to shut you up but the second he sinks his bare cock into you he’s losing every lousy ounce of self-control he might’ve had, mouth drying up and eyes trained on the way your cunt struggles to take him. and he can feel every single nook and cranny of your plush cunt in ways the condom just doesn’t allow and he just can’t find it in himself to rid himself of the pleasure of finally filling you up the way you so desperately crave.  he can normally hold his orgasm out for a few good rounds, ensuring you’re completely fucked out when he finally does cum - but the first time you go without protection he’s busting inside of you within minutes. always buys you the morning after pill though and apologises for cumming inside of you, trying to ignore how good it felt to fuck your pretty pussy with no barrier.

리노. LEE MINHO 

no condom. when he cums, he cums hard. so wearing a condom just makes no sense to him and he’ll just end up ripping it off mid fuck, filling you up over and over until it’s leaking out of you, cussing under his breath that he should’ve fucked that stupid thought out of you for even suggesting to wear one in the first place. prefers having you on some type of brith control instead cause with the amount of cum this guys feeds into your pussy a condom isn’t gonna do shit. he’ll wear them when you first start dating just cause he wants to make sure you feel safe and comfortable with him but the second he catches wind you like it RAW?? he’s taking a lighter to every single condom he’s ever owned, in the trash, never to be seen again. and anytime you try to suggest using them again he’ll act so fucking offended, knowing fine rightly how much you love receiving the loads of cum he gives your greedy little pussy to even humour the idea. far too addicted to the feeling of filling you up over and over until your pussy is left all creamy and sticky and you’re crying that you can’t take anymore to ever think about going back, especially not when he’s felt the addicting press of your cunt smothering his dick and milking him for all he’s got, he couldn’t even fathom the thought of wearing them again.

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

both. he’ll always try to remember one but gets such a bad case of pussy tunnel vision that most of the time he’ll forget about the stash he keeps in his bedside drawer. tries to keep one on him cause the amount of times you’ve found yourself getting fucked in some random empty supply cupboard or bent over his studio desk have been too many to count cause this man can’t keep his dick in his pants for the life of him, only realising he doesn’t have one when it’s far too late and he’s already painted your pretty pussy sticky with his cum. he’s far too impatient and just can’t ignore the feeling of needing to get his dick wet no matter how hard he tries, somehow always manages to convince you to let him fuck you raw when he doesn’t have a condom, swearing he’ll pull out but he wasn’t prepared for how much he’d love filling your little cunt up again and again until you just can’t take anymore of him. hates the part of him that gets off on seeing you stained and dripping in cum, and might even start telling you he ‘forgot’ to buy more while he was at the store - just to have the sight of your cute cunt all used and spilling over marked into his brain. 

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

no condom. nothing gets him off like fucking you with no condom. he loves the risk of it all and the fact that he can turn you into a pretty mess with just a few pumps of his dick. loves fucking you raw so much that he’ll have videos saved on his phone of his cock stretching you out - soft praises of, ‘taking me so well angel,’ hardly audible over the sloppy sounds of his cock pumping into your pussy. needs to be as close to you as humanly possible so wrapping a piece of rubber around his dick to devoid himself of the heavenly feeling of your cunt suffocating around him just makes no sense. completely loses himself in the heat of your pussy, locks his jaw and rests his forehead on your shoulder when he’s fucking into you - just so he doesn’t lose all sense of sanity just from the mere feeling of your cunt milking him for all he’s got, and he’s prepared to give you it all. in the early stages of your relationship he’ll try to at least pull out for your sake, but the more he did the more he noticed your thighs locking around his hips to keep his dick firmly planted inside of you, forcing him to empty his loads into your greedy cunt and he just has to thank whatever god there is out there for blessing him with a girl that’s as eager for his cum much as you are. 

한. HAN JISUNG

condom but he forgets half the time. jisung gets so pussy drunk so quickly that protection will be the last thing on his mind, especially when he gets the chance to finally bury himself deep into his favourite place - your pussy. he likes the idea of being safe and protected but his hunger for your pretty little cunt to be wrapped around his cock any chance he can get just stands in the way of actually doing so. it’ll get to the point where you’ll have to carry them instead cause this man is prepared to fuck you nearly everywhere you go, doesn’t matter if you’re in public or not, he’s gonna beg to have that sweet cunt wrapping around him near daily. if you actually do make him wear them it won’t last for long, he’ll whine and beg and near damn cry cause it’s just not the same :( and you have him so pussy spoiled that he might actually get blue balled all thanks to the rubber separating you both, might even pull out and take it off just when he’s fucked you dumb enough that you won’t notice, slipping back in and near sobbing the second your pussy swallows him up again, every raw twitch and spasm making his dick swell up even more. likes making a mess of your cunt far too much to commit to condoms so they’ll become an increasingly rare occurrence in your relationship. 

필릭스. LEE FELIX 

condom. as much as he wants to he’s just far too paranoid about accidentally knocking you up to actually fuck you raw. also likes knowing you feel comfortable during sex and as appealing as thought of making your pussy all creamy with his cum is, he’d be a worried mess afterwards. makes sure he always has one in his wallet, cause with the amount you beg this man for his dick he’d rather be safe than sorry. even when you’re being all needy and he’s teased you to a state of being completely fucked out, whining about how much you need him to fuck you when the heavy weight of his cock bumping against your clit just isn’t enough - he’ll still find the will to ignore the painful swell of his dick to pull away and go grab a condom, chuckling and kissing away the cute pout of disappointment that sits on your lips when your hope of having him fuck you raw was once again shattered. tells you to stop being so goddamn ungrateful and take what he gives you :( with or without a condom this man KNOWS how to work his dick so he’ll fuck you stupid no matter what. the further you get into your relationship the more willing he’d be to finally ditch the condoms, but the second he slips into you with no rubber for the first time is the second he loses every ounce of control - fucking into you like an animal and suddenly your sweet, doting felix is gone and is now fucking you deeper and harder than he ever has before, wondering how he’s went all this time without the feeling of fucking you raw. 

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN 

no condom. this man will laugh straight in your face if you ever try to make him wear one. he knows fine rightly how greedy you are for his cum so he won’t take you seriously at all, fully arguing that a pussy as cute as yours shouldn’t be left all empty and sad without a cock in it and would look much, much prettier if it was dripping in cum. and he’s more than happy to be the one covering your little cunt in it. anytime you try to suggest using a condom he’ll make sure you regret it, forcing you to sit on his dick and fuck yourself over and over until that stupid thought was completely rid out of your pretty little head - pumping load after load into your pussy until it’s left all messy and sticky and begging for a break. loves reminding you how much you’d miss the feeling of his cock filling you up if he actually used one and deep down you hate that he’s right. sometimes he gets a little carried away cause the sight of you covered in his cum just goes straight to his dick, likes fucking you in public and making you walk around after with his cum dribbling down your thighs, knowing if you bent over just a little everyone around would get an eyeful of your cute ass painted in it peaking out from under your tiny skirt. and he’ll just have to fuck another load into you later that night from the thought alone. his cock is too big for you, and he gets such a nasty kick out of this fact, watching the way his cum from earlier that day trickles out of your pussy when he’s fucking you - only for him to push it back in with his cock and force you to take even more of it. loves seeing his cum drip to of your used cunt when he’s done and no amount of condoms is gonna take that away from him. 

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

condom, but he’s easily persuaded to ditch it. jeongin is just there for a good time and as long as he gets his dick wet he doesn’t really care. he’ll always have one in his wallet just in case but the second he gets a taste of your pretty pussy he’s only able to think with his cock and completely forgets the concept of protection. this man needs you almost every hour of the day and most of the of the time wrapping a condom on his dick is the last thing on his mind, he’d much rather it be your pussy instead. can’t think straight when he’s turned on and the only fix is your pussy. you’ll literally have to pry him off you when he’s this eager, lips chasing after you with a small whine of protest when you pull away from him in the backseat of the company car he’s somehow managed to squeeze you into after the rest of the boys and managers were busy setting up for rehearsal, trying to get him to focus long enough to grab a condom but he’s just too busy rubbing the fat head of his cock into your cunt. he’ll be so pouty when you stop him again, ‘forgetting something jeongin?’ and he’s just like, ‘uhhh, no? i remembered to turn my computer off this time,’ and just gets right back into trying to stick his dick into you finally. only realises he forgot a condom when he’s already fucked a load into you, letting out a small sigh of relief once he pulls his softening cock from your used pussy, watching the way his cum follows and dribbles out past your folds. but he can’t find it in himself to care cause you’ve never looked prettier. always helps you clean up after though :( 

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[FIX OFF] Desire Project #2 'AUTOBAHN

[nyang3racha]

── .✦ little white lies.

⟢ pairing: hwang hyunjin x female!reader

⟢ genre: fluff, non-idol au, established relationship

⟢ word count: 1.9k

⟢ summary: the one where a street interviewer asks the story of how you met.

⟢ author’s note: hello, everyone! i don’t really know what this is, but i clearly got the idea from @/meetcutesnyc on tiktok. i feel like i could maybe turn this into a short series and write one for the rest of the members if you like this one enough. anyway, this is my first fic on this blog, so if you enjoy it please do show it some love<3

“Excuse me, are you two a couple?”

You stop in your tracks at the question, staring at the stranger that was now blocking your way, as he stood in front of you and your boyfriend—a small mic in his hand and cameraman behind him recording the scene before him.

Your first instinct is to look up to Hyunjin, who is already tightening the hold of his hand on yours and pulling you closer to him.

“We are” he doesn’t hesitate to answer.

You find the confused yet protective crease between his eyebrows particularly cute right then, so you smile.

“Would you mind telling us the story of how you met?”

“Oh, you’re that guy?!” You jump in excitement.

Hyunjin’s frown only deepens for a moment, feeling like he is missing a chapter—or a whole book—when the guy in front eagerly nods his head and laughs at your sudden enthusiasm.

One look at you, however, and a glimpse of the smile lighting up your face, is enough for him to go with whatever it is happening right then.

“Baby, they make videos on TikTok asking couples how they met” you explain to him nonetheless, caressing the back of his hand with your thumb to ease the small tension he felt after seeing you interact so comfortably with another guy—a stranger one at that.

“Oh,” Hyunjin lets out, suddenly feeling embarrassed over how defensive he was until then. “We met at an art gallery” he tries to redeem himself by kindly answering the question.

“It was actually kinda funny” you add with a small giggle that has all three guys smiling at you.

“If that’s your way of saying we were one second away from committing a crime, then—”

“Oh, hush” you playfully shut him up, enjoying all too much the dramatic roll of eyes he gives you in response. “It wouldn’t have been a crime. I think”.

Your last addition earns a quiet chuckle from the cameraman, and you wonder if that’s making it into the final video.

“Long story short,” you begin. “I was admiring one of the sculptures, minding my own business, when out of nowhere someone bumped into me. I was caught off guard, of course, so I inevitably lost my balance and bumped into the base that was holding the sculpture” you can’t help but give your boyfriend an accusatory look. “I saw my life flash before my eyes when it started swaying in front of me”.

“I was fast enough to hold it in its place before it fell, though” Hyunjin chimes in before the blame is fully thrown at him. “And thankfully there were only, like, two other people in the room with us and they were too busy checking out the paintings on the walls, so after exchanging panicked looks with this cutie right here, we rushed out of there before we got scolded”.

“We laughed it off as soon as we were in the next room and we couldn’t care less about the stares we got” you explain amidst a small laugh. “It was kind of odd, in a good way, because it felt like we knew each other already”.

“Yeah, it was weird in the best of ways” Hyunjin agrees with an adoring smile. “I obviously wanted to get to know her after that, and I just happened to have an extra ticket to a paid exposition within the main one that day, so I offered it to her in order to apologise for bumping into her and she luckily said yes”.

“And then after that I invited him for coffee to thank him for the ticket”.

Hyunjin chuckles. “And then I asked her out for dinner that same night”.

“So it’s fair to say it was love at first sight?” The guy asks with a grin.

“Definitely” the two of you answer in unison, locking eyes at the realisation and smiling in a way that was hard to tell whether you were aware there were other people in the world.

“We pretty much got together that same day” you admit with a shy smile.

“How long have you guys been together?”

“Four years,” Hyunjin replies.

“Four years and two months” you specify, just for the sake of teasing him.

He smiles and bites his tongue not to add ‘and eleven days’, because that would only lead to you doing the math and figuring out the amount of hours as well, and then him having to figure out the amount of minutes if he wanted to win.

It is a battle you had gone through more than once already, and he refuses to go down that road again—not when there is a camera pointing at you and your whole interaction would be posted on the internet.

“Wow, that’s a long time” the man in front interrupts Hyunjin’s train of thought, bringing the mic closer to you. “What’s your favourite thing about him?”

“Oh, I don’t think I can choose just one” you timidly let him know, looking up to Hyunjin and feeling your cheeks burn as his chocolate eyes are already focused on you, awaiting for an answer. “I really love how sweet and attentive he is. He is always there for me and helps me get through my hardships, even before I even have to ask for his help”.

“And what is your favourite thing about her?” He now asks your boyfriend, who finds himself smiling brightly over your wholesome words and struggling to take his eyes away from you.

“Everything” Hyunjin replies truthfully once he manages to divert his eyes from you—just like you, finding it hard to choose just one thing he loves the most about you. “She’s the most caring and selfless person I’ve ever met. She’s always checking up on me and my family, making sure we’re all okay. And I also need to mention her smile, because whenever she smiles my day is immediately made”.

You give his hand a gentle squeeze and lean your head on his shoulder for a brief moment, unable to hide the emotional pout forming on your lips, as his answer managed to warm your heart.

“So what is the next step in your relationship?”

“Moving in together” Hyunjin answers in a heartbeat, and you are grateful that it doesn’t come off as a surprise, for you had talked about it before—otherwise your heart wouldn’t have been able to take the news of his upcoming plans with you. “We needed to figure a few things out before doing so, but…” he looks down at you, smiling sweetly when your eyes lock and you nod your head, encouraging him to go on. “It’s about time we finally start properly making our life together”.

“And your names are?”

“Y/N” you’re the first to answer.

“I’m Hyunjin” he says.

“Well, thank you so much for your time, Hyunjin and Y/N” the interviewer wraps it up with a smile. “I’m glad you guys are going strong and didn’t end up in jail that day”.

The two of you laugh, and you lean into your boyfriend when he lets go of your hand and gently places his arm over your shoulders instead.

Exchanging goodbyes after being informed that the video would be up the next day, you resume your walk to the all too familiar café around the corner—the one you were heading to before the impromptu street interview took place.

“So those are the kind of videos you’re watching all day…”

“Some of them,” you nod. “I’ve sent you a few here and there. Good to know you don’t actually watch them”.

“I do” he fights back, almost offended you believe he would ever disregard something you showed him. “I thought they were all staged, though. Didn’t know people actually got interviewed on the streets out of nowhere”.

“Is that why you were so defensive when they first approached us?” You laugh.

He huffs, making his bottom lip slightly stick out and having you internally fighting not to kiss him right then. “I thought he was asking if we were a couple in hopes of us not being one, so he could ask you out”.

“Asking me out out of nowhere when I’m walking hand in hand with a guy that is clearly my boyfriend, all while there is a whole cameraman recording us?” You tease with a tilt of your head.

“Hey, who knows?” he defends himself. “Can’t control what kind of weirdos are out there chasing after online views”.

“You’re so cute” you laugh breathily, pressing a soft kiss on his jawline. “We look too much like a couple, if you ask me. They would look stupid to even try”.

“Yeah… I think the hand holding and matching outfits give it away too well” he nods with a teasing smile, motioning to the colour palette you chose together that day.

“Thank God they caught us on a good outfit day” your relieved remark earns a laugh from him. “I can’t wait for the video to be up now, I love the way we met”.

“I know you do,” he softly rubs your hand with his thumb. “Which is why I was surprised you didn’t tell them the whole story”.

“What do you mean?” You frown.

Hyunjin amusedly shakes his head, remaining silent as you reach the café and he holds the door open for you to go in first.

When you’re invaded by the strong yet pleasing scent of coffee and reach the—thankfully—short line to order, he adds, “You left out the part where later on I admitted I intentionally bumped into you just so I could talk to you”.

You laugh at the memory.

It wasn’t like he wanted you to lose your balance and make you almost drop a sculpture that you would be paying until the end of your days, had it actually fallen down and smashed on the ground.

He was just going for a little shove on your shoulder with his own, just enough to make you turn around and allow him to apologise right after. But you were too pretty, and he was too nervous—that alone making him miscalculate the distance between your bodies and slam into your shoulder harder than he had intended to.

He came clean one month into your relationship—the guilt of almost getting you in trouble just because he wasn’t able to earn up the courage to go up and talk to you like any other normal person would, was becoming too much for him to keep a secret for any longer.

You were already in too deep by then to even care, though. If anything, you were flattered that he wanted to get to know you so bad that he ended up coming up with the most stupid—and risky—of ideas in order to do so.

“I thought you weren’t holding back when it came to embarrassing me” he confesses.

You chuckle, shaking your head in both amusement and embarrassment, before pulling him forward in line with you as the people in front do so as well.

“Well, if I did mention that, you would’ve told them about how I already had a ticket to the private exposition and lied about not having one just so I had a reason to stick with you, so…”

Hyunjin’s lips part into a beaming smile, pulling you to him and pressing a kiss to your temple.

Little white lies could sometimes be beneficial; especially when they led you to the best relationship you ever had—the one you were sure would last for the rest of your lives.

“You’re right” he agrees with a smirk. “The internet doesn’t need to know how desperate we both were to get to know each other”.

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how seventeen act with their acts-of-service s/o

requested by 🦆 anon! kinda veered into me talking ab svt's love languages in some places lol (some1 remind me to write that hc at some point...) masterlist

seungcheol

might sometimes fight u on this but don't take it personally ok?? he's just so used to taking care of other people that having someone do things for him instead is so… weird. it definitely takes some getting used to, but he certainly doesn't hate it. it's quite sweet. returns the favour by showering you with as many gifts as he possibly can

jeonghan

you know that this is literally his dream come true, right? you know you're his soulmate now, right? absolutely adores getting doted on like this so you can BET he's beyond pleased that your love language is literally taking care of him. don't think it's just one sided, however. jeonghan is a mix of all the love languages, so you can bet he's doing countless other things for you too

joshua

watching his face morph from confusion to surprised realisation when he notices you've done something for him never fails to make your day. for joshua, it's still surprising every time (he's just 24/7 touched by ur love) and he knows how much you love doing things for him, and so he just lets you do what you love. it's also so devastatingly sweet, and knowing you pay attention to him this much makes his heart melt

junhui

loves it, mainly because every time u do something for him, it gives him the excuse to smother you with kisses. his love language is touch, okay, but sometimes he knows he can get overwhelming… but if he's giving you a kiss as a thank-you for doing something for him, then there's no way that can be overwhelming yk!! still kisses you all the time, tho. the acts of service thing is just an excuse. 

hoshi

he's a youngest child, so obviously he loves it. getting doted on like this is the best thing in the world for him, but also he loves seeing you light up with joy every time you do something that you think will make him happy. you look so gorgeous when you're happy like this, so you can bet he's bounding over to pepper your faces with kisses and shower you with compliments because oh, he's just soo lucky to be loved by you

wonwoo

has admitted to you during pillow talk more than one time that he loves when you take care of him like this. it makes him feel so—noticed, like he's something precious, something worth paying attention to, and it touches his heart to be loved in that way. always repays the favour through his actions and his words wherever he can, telling you sincerely how much he loves you and is so grateful that you love him

woozi

pretends to hate it but actually really likes it. he doesn't like it all the time, but there is something nice about how sometimes, he'll have this overwhelming list of things he has to do and then he finds that—oh. you've done some of those things for him, without him even breathing a word of it to anyone. it makes him feel seen, incredibly touched that you cared enough to notice and take some off the load off his shoulders. 

minghao

whenever you try to engage in acts of service for minghao, it kind of fails bc it turns into both of you doing stuff together. it's what happens when your love language of acts of service meets minghao's love language of quality time. everything becomes a duo activity. but honestly, you don't mind, because you love anything that has to do with minghao

mingyu

mingyu is so acts of service coded that this can go one of two ways. 1) he adores u doing things for him. you knowing what he needs done without him even saying? peak love fr. or 2) he's adamantly against it bc hey, he's meant to be taking care of you, wdym you did all the laundry for him this week???? either way tho, mingyu probably ends up sweeping you in his arms and kissing u soft and sweet 2 show how much he loves u too

dokyeom

melts into the floor every time you do something for him omg. this man canonically loves being called a princess so this kind of princess treatment is perfect for him!!! gets all touched and giggly when you carry out tasks for him, blushes when you feed him food and is just all in all a complete mess of adoration for u. it's one of the many reasons you love doting on him so much. 

seungkwan

both of you are acts of service people and it's honestly so funny. you tidy the living room bc you know he's been wanting it done, and he'll cook dinner bc he knows how tired you are. that's all well and good, but then it becomes you doing a deep clean of the house because you know that seungkwan knows that you wanted that done because he wanted it done and you're doing it now to help seungkwan help you to help him... which is a bit weird, but that's just how things work with you two

vernon

you do things for him, and in return, he does things for you. probably at the same time as you do things for him, too, in a kind of quiet, co-existing way. you'll dust his vinyls as he waters your plants, or you'll massage his shoulders as he's cleaning your jewellery. he likes existing in the same space as you and doing things for you at the same time as you do things for him. it's calming. 

chan

beyond grateful every. single. time. whenever he finds you've made him lunch or done the shopping or even done something very small, he's falling over himself in gratitude bc oh lord you're so SWEET and he's gonna cry. sings your praises to everyone he knows bc you're the best person in EXISTENCE and he's so lucky to be with you. tells you he loves you at every opportunity because it's true, and he'll never get tired of saying it

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[nyang3racha]

how seventeen help their s/o fall asleep

requested by anon! this hc kinda implies that reader has chronic insomnia, so warnings for that :)

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seungcheol

you are NOT leaving his arms until you fall asleep, is that clear? he's like 100% convinced that his hugs are the best remedy for anything, and this is no exception. you're not entirely sure why it works… but it really does. hugging seungcheol makes certain that you'll be out like a light in 5 minutes flat

jeonghan

whaaaat noo that's actually terrible :((( he's genuinely so heartbroken to hear you have sleep troubles bc omg sleeping is his biggest love ever (after u ofc). he'll do anything he can to help you, but if it becomes clear that basically nothing works, then he'll encourage you to take naps throughout the day so at least u can sleep that way :>

joshua

oh sweetheart, you can't sleep? he might not know about this stuff as much as minghao or wonwoo do, but you can bet he's going to start researching rn. becomes an expert on sleep just for u. even arranges doctor's appointments if it becomes a persistent thing bc god forbid his darling has to suffer like this ☹️

junhui

you can't sleep????? is it cz you wanna stay up and be awake with him for a little longer ;)) no? ok. then that's terrible aww 💔 tries everything he can to help u but uh. he doesn't really know what he's doing. mostly just holds you and tries to tell you silly stories to help you fall asleep. doesn't work cz you keep getting invested in his tales

hoshi

tries to get you into all sorts of tips and tricks he found on those “How To Fall Asleep Fast” blog articles online. it's actually crazy how many he finds, ranging from the military method to something that sounded like a witch's hex. some of them do work, actually. maybe the secret to falling asleep really is to summon a demon

wonwoo

you never actually tell him you have sleep problems, but he's woke up to you next to him just staring at the ceiling way too many times to count, so he puts the pieces together. coaxed you into some sort of massage routine that actually works wonders. every day you sing his praises for helping you sleep and he can't help but feel a little smug every time

woozi

sorry but uh. there is no sleep going on here. both of you are chronic non-sleepers so whilst woozi stays up late composing, you're right there with him, peering over his shoulder or just lounging on the couch in his studio, neither of you getting more than three hours’ sleep. seungcheol frowns at it, but hey. maybe the lack of sleep with catch up with you eventually, but at least you're in it together

minghao

don't worry babe. your man is the proTM at helping people fall asleep. guides you through meditation routines, brews you the most soothing teas, helps talk through your day so you can figure out why exactly you're struggling to fall asleep today. he's just so, so gentle with you, and above all else, the knowledge you're loved like this is what helps you finally drift off to sleep

mingyu

goes all ‘personal trainer’ on you (2). he's never had problems with sleep, and the only thing he and you do differently is that he works out… a lot… so he starts getting you to exercise every day so you can wear yourself out and get to bed. it's having varying degrees of success, but hey, it's a chance to see your boyfriend work out, so it's honestly still a win.

dokyeom

one word: lullabies. this man is a SINGER, so of course he will SING to help you sleep. can you imagine him doing anything else? it also works sooo unbelievably well, and you end up snoring softly only after like 15 minutes of him sweetly singing to you. you now can't fall asleep without him humming lullabies by your side.

seungkwan

turns all ‘personal trainer’ on you (2). it's been proven that good diet and good exercise improves all areas of health, and he's going to make you believe it too or so help him god. he's a bit of a tyrant, but after a while it actually becomes kind of fun. soon, his silly evening workouts actually become one of your favourite parts of the day.

vernon

sometimes he'll wake up to your phone screen blinding him as you doomscroll in bed next to him, unable to sleep. whenever this happens, he always groggily covers your phone with his hand and attempts to get you to talk to him as a way to pass the time instead. if you're gonna be up, he may as well be up and talking with you, too.

chan

“if you can't sleep, i won't sleep either! 🥰”. that's a lie tho. he falls asleep as soon as his head touches the pillow. wants to help u sooo bad but he's literally amazing at sleeping so even tho he has every intention of staying up, he just can't. but oddly enough, being next to him and his steady breathing does eventually help you to sleep too, so you suppose he does help. in a weird way.

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[nyang3racha]

J'adorerais du lait, s'il te plaît

🥛Lactation San collab with @daddyfordaeddy & @potatomountain

🥛Pairing: Android! Choi San x Owner! Reader (f)

🥛Genre: smut, pwp

🥛Au: sci-fi au, futuristic au, android au

🥛Trope: established relationship, power dynamic

🥛Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact

🥛Word Count: 1,504

🥛Warnings: sub! san, dom! reader, male lactation, blue milk (peep star wars fans), chest play (m), drinking milk from san's tits, nipple play (m), coming untouched

🥛Summary: after becoming obsessed with your luvbot's chest, you decide some upgrades are in order.

“Babe?” San called out, sounding very distressed.

“I’m coming, Sannie,” you answered, pulling off your blanket and putting down your kindle.

San had been in the kitchen hand washing the dishes, so you padded towards the kitchen, and then your jaw hit the floor.

You may have paid for some secret upgrades for your A-Teez Luvbot. Sannie didn’t know, but you had installed a lactation pump within his chest and chose a custom blue milk. The upgrade was also supposed to amp up his chest sensitivity. Setting it to ‘surprise me!’, it was only a matter of time before San felt the repercussions.

San still had the hot pink latex gloves he had been wearing while doing the dishes. He was holding his arms out, and his ample chest was on display. The milk had leaked out on his grey tank top, and your eyes just about rolled into the back of your head.

“I think I’m broken,” San pouted.

“Oh, baby,” you cooed sympathetically. “I’m sure it’s just an odd glitch. Let me see.”

You groped his chest, squeezing his pecs, and the big baby whimpered at the stimulation. 

“Did that hurt?” You faked worry, dropping your hands immediately.

San made a noise of frustration, his eyebrows furrowing cutely, and stripped off the rubber gloves. “No, it didn’t hurt.”

You cocked your head curiously. “What did it feel like?”

“They’re…” You watched as San’s eyes moved around the room like he’d find the words hanging from the ceiling. “...sensitive.”

“Poor Sannie,” you continued to sympathize. 

You moved to cup his chest again, flicking a thumb over his nipple, where his tank top was wet. San let out a soft gasp and sucked down on his lower lip. 

“...did you like that?” You purred.

San nodded his head. “I really liked that.”

“Let’s get this dirty tank top off you, hmmm?’ You hummed.

San pouted and protested at the same time. “I’m not dirty.”

“I mean, you’re leaking something, Sannie,” you scolded him.

His lower lip trembled even more. “Help me.”

“I’m going too,” You assured him.

You pulled the hem of his tank top out of his jeans, effectively untucking it, and slowly pulled it upwards, revealing his wonderfully muscled body. You swallowed dryly when you came to his chest. The blue milk was barely leaking, just a few droplets becoming creamy blue milk. It was glorious to behold. You finished pulling his tank top off and threw it to the floor beside San’s gloves.

You leaned forward and sniffed the fluid near his nipples. You knew it was edible. That was the point, but for the sake of posterity, you did your due diligence. 

“Smells lovely,” you murmured.

You squeezed one peck and watched in awe as some milk spilled out upon encouragement. San whimpered again, his eyes big and dark and wet. His face was getting red, and he was about to speak in perma-pout all day. 

“Don’t do that,” He pouted cutely.

“I’m helping you, Sannie,” you spared him a glance. “Do you want me to stop helping you?”

“No, but! Why does it feel good?”

“Maybe it’s a surprise update?” You offered.

San’s eyes whirled with turquoise, showing that he was connecting to his hard drive. “I don’t show any--wait a minute, what’s this?”

Oh shit, it was time for a distraction.

You wrapped your tongue around San’s nipple and pulled it into your mouth. You started to suck the blue milk out of his chest, and San groaned. His hand came behind your head and cupped it, pushing you further against him. His milk was sweet and creamy, sorta like if you bought a blue-raspberry flavored float. The hints of vanilla were perfect. You had no regrets.

“Fuck,” San whined again. “Feels so good.”

You popped off his tit and couldn't help but smile. Your hand rubbed over the hard-on he was sporting now. San’s hips bucked into your touch. “You want some more help, Sannie?”

“Please,” San begged. 

With your hands on San’s narrow hips, you guided him backwards into the living room that was attached to the kitchen. Once the back of his legs hit the couch, San sat down without further prompting. His eyes looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“I’ll take care of you, sweet boy,” You said while cupping his face with both your hands.

“Is it okay?” San wondered, always worried about you first and foremost.

“Oh, this is so hot, San, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” You assured him.

Your hands further cupped San’s head, digging into his hair as you gave him a throaty kiss. San groaned into it and you ground yourself down on his hard-on. Your lips parted and pressed, slipping into the blackhole that was San’s lips. He let out small cries as you did so, only encouraging you further. 

You trailed your lips over his jawline, down his neck, and started to lick and suck at his collarbones. You left love bites and began to continue a path down his tits. You laid your tongue flat and started to lick San’s nipple. You flicked the tip of your tongue when you hit the peak of his nipple, again and again, causing San to choke on a moan. 

“Do you like it when I play with your nipples, Sannie?” You cooed.

“They’re so much more sensitive than normal… is this how you feel?” San asked in bewilderment.

You hummed happily in agreement and repeated the motion with his other nipple until both were stiff peaks. That’s when you moved to your knees in between San’s spread legs. This way you could suck his nipples and press his hard on through his pants. 

“Oh my god,” San whimpered, eyes rolling into the back of his head. 

“Like it when I suck on your nipples and play with the head of your cock, Sannie?” You teased.

You gently pulled at one nipple between your teeth and San’s legs pressed shut by instinct. The bigger Luvbot started to pant like he was in a rut. There was an upgrade for that too, but that was a whole other story.

“Care-careful,” He stuttered.

You let go of his nipple with your teeth. “I said I’d take care of you, Sannie,” You reassured him. “You trust me, right?”

San cupped your head, a sweet smile revealing his dimples. “Of course I do, Babe.”

San let your hands push his thighs back open. He watched with big eyes as they traveled up his tense thighs, fluttered up his stomach, and you stopped to admire his chest. His nipples were weeping now after you had started to play with them. You leaned forward and followed the rivulet that was streaming down his pecs and over his abs, if only to capture his nipple once again. You sucked hard, squeezing his pec, and San cried out.

“Feels, feels so good,” San groaned. “It’s like you’re sucking my dick the way you suck my nipples.”

You popped off his nipple, feeling mischievous. “You’ve heard about women coming from just breast and nipple stimulation, right?”

San’s eyes widened comedically but cutely. “Yeah but--!”

“That would be so hot,” You whispered. “If you came undone with your pants still on. Untouched. Oh, Sannie.”

San sucked down on his lower lip. “Yeah?”

You fell to his other nipple, licking and sucking, alternating to make sure that his nipples didn’t get so sensitive that it started to hurt; all you wanted was for your Luvbot to feel pleasure.

San’s head began to toss back and forth, moaning your name. “I’m gonna come, please please, I’m gonna come. Feels so good, feels so fucking good, please, I’m gonna--!!!”

When San let out a long, broken cry, you sat back on the balls of your feet to watch a wet spot develop on San’s pants. His nipples continued to leak. His mouth was red from all the kissing and lip biting. His eyes were hooded from just coming. You wanted to commit this view for memory forever. 

You stood up, intending to get a warm washcloth, but San’s hand snaked around your wrist before you could fully leave. “Don’t go,” He said huskily.

So instead, you curled against his side as he enjoyed his comedown. You moved his hair out of his eyes as he blinked tiredly. “Such a good Sannie,” You murmured.

“I was good?” San said, his voice breaking slightly.

You saw the tears coming immediately. San could be so emotionally sensitive after he came. 

“Course, Baby, you’re the best,” You chirped.

You leaned over and gave him a loud, smacking kiss on his cheek, provoking him to break out in a sunshine smile even though his bottom lip was trembling and his eyes were still watery.

He frowned when he looked down at his chest, still leaking the blue, milky fluid. “Are you sure I’m not broken?”

You laughed throatily. “No, my sweet baby, you’re not broken. You’re perfect.”

[nyang3racha]

MY GOD HE'S SO 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

THIS PART RIGHT ME GOOD LORD

Im so so I'm love with him oh my god. Someone just recently said that you write him so well, that you reflect his personality and mannerisms so well. I have no doubts that this is exactly how he'd be like 😭😭😭 so sweet and devoted, my chest hurts after reading this god I need him so bad 😔

lookin’ for the love getaway

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

warnings: established relationship, accidental stay in an old school ~love motel~, chan being a doting and pleasure oriented bf, clit play, praise kink, mirror sex, unprotected sex

a/n: this is actually a slightly longer rewrite of a fic i posted yesterday on my other account, which u can read here if you would like! i had that specific character in mind but thought this would be a really fun idea for chan as well. pls let me know what u think, reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

w/c: 3.5k

the muted thud of the backseat door doesn’t rouse you, neither does the thunk of luggage bags on concrete. no, your eyes barely even flutter at that. you’re still blissfully floating in that little veil between consciousness and unconsciousness where everything is molasses-slow, where time drip drip drips in honeyed rivulets like a dali painting. 

you’re just awake enough though to register the passenger side door opening. your eyebrows furrow. it’s cold outside, too cold when you’re so warm, night air crisp against your shorts-clad legs and causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. your eyes are just beginning to slip open when your seatbelt is undone for you. 

“hey, sweetheart,” chan coos, his voice is low and soft, purposefully on purpose so he won’t spook you. a slow kiss to your forehead is what does it. that’s what wakes you fully, a choked groan and a gust of stale air rocketing out of your mouth before you can stop them. the crackling of your knees and elbows follows as you stretch, and you barely miss knocking chan in the face when you do. he laughs though, catches your stiff wrists in his gentle hands and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “hey hey hey. can’t carry your bags if you knock me out, yeah?”

you hum then and smack your lips, finally sitting up straight and untangling yourself from your sleep-warm seat. 

“my boyfriend will carry them.”

“oh, boyfriend, huh? where is this boyfriend of yours, then?” 

chan’s grin is easy as he bends down to pick up one of your duffle bags, but you intercept him on the way down, wrapping your tired arms around his midsection and hugging him close. you press your cheek to his belly and close your eyes again. 

“he’s right here with me.” 

chan clicks his tongue once and pouts softly down at you. you’re cute to him and you know it, sleepy and clingy like a koala. chan brings his palm to the top of your head and pets your hair gently. 

his car is sleek and black, low enough to the ground that you whine about pulling yourself out of it, so chan helps pull you up with an easy tug and steadies you with warm hands. he keeps them on your elbows as you wipe the crust from your eyes and run your fingers through your hair to wake yourself up more. a buzzing light bar to your left makes you squint when your vision clears. you were so groggy in the car that you weren’t even paying attention to where chan had driven you, but you can see now that he’s pulled into the parking lot of a motel. 

“you good? i think- um, yeah, room should be a bit down the hall and straight to our right.” 

chan produces the room keycard from his pocket and hands it to you, locking his car and hefting your bags into his long arms, following your lead to your room for the night. 

it’s definitely the oldest place you’ve stayed so far on your road trip, but it doesn’t look too bad. paint is chipping on the ceiling corners, there looks to be a little water damage on the flooring of the hall, again, it’s nothing you’ve never seen before. but you know your boyfriend well enough to know that he’s probably having a silent fit over the chipping paint and water stains. if you were this tired just from sitting in his passenger seat all day, you can only imagine chan’s fatigue. he must not have had much of an option — unless you’d rather the two of you spend the remainder of your vacation in a ditch somewhere. 

you find the door easily enough, double checking the number written on the keycard just in case and holding it to the electronic key swipe until it turns green. the door sticks for a moment, you have to bump it with your shoulder once or twice to get it to open, and the smell of roses hits you before anything. 

roses — what a nice surprise! there’s a vase of them right by the door in the entryway. you were honestly expecting the ever welcoming scent of mildew. 

the maroon carpet comes as a surprise too, the mirrored walls even more so, but it isn’t until you step further into the room and see the bed that you stop in your tracks. 

“christopher.” it’s hissed through your teeth rather frantically, voice raising in pitch as your eyes widen. “where the fuck are we?!” 

you turn around to address your boyfriend and find him looking like a deer in the headlights. his almond eyes are wide, and his ears are quickly turning an alarming shade of red. he looks around the room and promptly turns his gaze to you, blinking rapidly as if he’s trying dispel a mirage. 

“we must have- um! ha- well, looks like they gave us the honeymoon suite?” 

“christopher!” you grab your bag from his arm and whack him with it. “do you- oh my god, what if that’s a waterbed? do you think that’s a waterbed? this is actually insane. hannah is going to freak when i tell her you booked us a room at a love motel. if you wanted to get me naked you could have just asked. you know, like a normal person.” 

chan mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like i don’t usually have to ask though really, and you whack him again with your bag. his ears are still pink, but his dimples are popping, a small grin easing onto his face as he raises his hands in playful surrender. “i’m sorry! really, i- i’m kind of exhausted, this was the first place i saw to pull over. i didn’t want to fall asleep behind the wheel, baby. i’m carrying precious cargo. ya know, in case you didn’t know.” 

he’s too sweet. too sweet, honey-dipped and cavity inducing. you’re not mad, but the look chan’s giving you makes you want to squeeze him. his gaze too tender, eyes too soft for you to handle. being on the receiving end of a puppy dog look from bahng christopher chahn is not for the weak. 

“god, stop! don’t look at me like that, jeez, you and those baby cow eyes... baby, it’s fine. we can handle one night here, unless there’s a stripper pole in the bathroom or something.” 

chan giggles then, paired with a goofy wiggle of his eyebrows. you roll your eyes at that and nudge him with a playful shoulder to his chest. he laughs all the way to the heart-shaped bed then, locking right in to check meticulously for bedbugs and unwanted stains that would get you moved to another room and a zero taken off his credit card charge. you busy yourself too by piddling around the room, latching the security lock on the door and setting your bags on the red console underneath the television. 

the whole suite is something straight out of the fifties, can’t have been touched since the eighties. a creak of the bathroom door and a flick of the lights is all it takes to confirm your suspicions. there’s a jacuzzi style bathtub right in the middle of the room, four walls equally as mirrored as the main suite. there’s even a lounge chair in the corner on top of the velveteen, maroon carpeted floor. 

“oh my- jesus. chan, there’s no pole but there is carpet,” you guffaw, a slightly hysterical laugh leaving your lips.

a closer inspection of the bathtub finds you staring straight up at a spigot in the ceiling. when you twist the knob in the tub, water gushes from the spigot and down into the basin, which actually — you pause to consider with raised brows, the thought of leaning back in the corner of the bathtub with your legs spread, feeling the water pressure jet where you’re most sensitive — sounds… like a pretty good time. maybe chan could join you, maybe he could sit in the lounge chair and watch, but your eyes land on the carpeted floor again and you recoil with a shudder, dreamy bathroom escapades cast to the side until you find somewhere with blessed tile flooring. 

you brush your teeth quickly and leave chan’s toothbrush out for him to use when he’s done fussing around the main suite, changing just as quickly out of your clothes and into your favorite, worn sleep shirt to turn in after a long day spent in chan’s car. 

you’re thankful to find that the bed in the direct center of the room isn’t a waterbed after all. chan has already pulled the covers back for you, so you slip in and rub your feet together like a bug after pulling the blankets back up to your chin. your back pops when you recline onto the pillow only to be disrupted by another hysterical laugh, and you watch yourself do it courtesy of the mirror on the ceiling. 

chan pads back into the main suite as naked as the day he was born, climbing onto the bed and saddling up close beside you after turning off the overhead lights. it leaves you in the intimate glow of the bedside lamps. he’s warm, he always is, chan smells like your shared minty toothpaste and home. he pulls you into his side and hums when you rest your head on his chest, slinging your own arm across his waist and running your palm softly across his toned stomach as he squeezes you closer. 

“d’you think they’ve got room service for breakfast?” 

you press your laugh into his pec, hiding your smile that you know he can feel. “oh, i bet they do. we’ll call in the morning and ask for some, hmm, oysters, strawberries, maybe some dark chocolate…” 

chan pinches your hip and you squeal out a laugh. it’s easy to relax into him, to let your weight go lax while you nuzzle your cheek against the warm skin of his soft chest, to kiss him right where the beat of his heart is. the soft beat of his heart almost does its job and lulls you to sleep, but your eyes creep open again, so damn distracted by that mirror right above you. 

“isn’t sleeping in front of a mirror, like, bad luck?” you ask. you’re not just in front of a mirror, you’re completely surrounded by them. “stevie wonder probably has a song about this.” 

he laughs then and it jostles you from your spot on his chest. chan rolls you over then until you’re on your back and leans over you, elbow planted on the mattress beside your head. 

“you scared?” he whispers. 

“no,” you clarify. “my big, strong boyfriend is here to protect me.” 

“big, strong boyfriend…” chan muses. his hand dips under your loose shirt to caress your hip, rucking it up just enough that you shiver the moment his fingertips brush against the hem of your panties. those brown eyes of his are deep, so deep you’d get lost in them if you let yourself, drooping with exhaustion from the day — but there’s a glint in them just for you to see. those dimples pop again, he tongues his cheek before pressing his teeth into his plump bottom lip. “maybe your big, strong boyfriend could… i dunno, distract you a little bit.” chan grins then, but it softens into something tender just as he leans down to kiss you. you taste his smile on your lips, as soothing and wondrous as moonlight, and your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders.  

chan’s fingers skim your panties again. all it does is make your legs twitch and have you exhaling into his mouth. “can i touch you right here?” he asks, gentle as ever. 

the moment he backs up to ask, you throw your arm over your eyes with a barely concealed whine. 

“you know you can.” 

“just want your permission, baby.” 

your exhaustion slinks away the moment chan kicks the blanket to the foot of the bed and his knobby fingers slip under the hem of your panties. he finds you wet, of course he does, wet and warm and inviting. he knows just how to touch you — an amalgamation of your many years spent together and an intense, obsessive yearning for being needed by you in all ways, chan touches you with the experience of someone who loves you completely, who cherishes your pleasure and satisfaction above all else. he dips lower to find your entrance even silkier there, and chan curls two fingers into the give of it to swipe up your dripping wetness. he brings it right where you need it — a smooth, tight motion right on the swell of your aching clit — and he adjusts himself on his side when you spread your legs wider for him, throwing a thigh over his to give him more room. 

“chris,” you breathe. he touches you like that until you’re trembling again, your hips circling in tandem with his dexterous fingers. “chris, cha- chan, baby, oh my—”

“keep talking t’me like that, baby, i’ll give you anything. everything, everything, sweetheart, you like it? fuck- look. baby, look.” 

the frantic edge of his voice has you fitfully dragging your arm away from your face to see what he’s telling you to look at. there’s only one thing it could be, really, and it’s the first thing your bleary eyes land on anyway. 

the mirror on the ceiling reflects such a dirty scene that your head swims with it. you’re embarrassed, so embarrassed seeing yourself like this. heat trickles down your face and flushes your chest hot, but embarrassment be damned, you can’t make yourself look away from it. it’s sinful, it really is, the bump of chan’s hand in your panties, soft fabric clinging to his fingers when he moves them in tight circles. your hips follow unconsciously, endlessly chasing the pleasure that chan so willingly gives you. it makes you whimper, grind your hips against the pads of his fingers harder. 

“chan!” another cry of his name, unbridled and a little pathetic. you watch yourself cry out for him in your reflection, see the way your spit-slick lips curl around your most favorite word. your eyebrows are furrowed, mouth dropped open in rising pleasure. you push your thigh down onto chan’s to lift you higher into his touch with a warbled keen. 

“easy. easy, yeah? sweetheart, my baby. my pretty, perfect baby. gonna get you there, you know that right? you know i’ll get you right where you need? don’t even- don’t even think about it. just let me take you all the way.” 

a rushed nod of your head. you can’t answer him, mouth too busy moaning to give him a verbal confirmation. you wrap your fingers around his arm and clutch him, his strong muscles flexing under the hold of your fingertips. chan leans further into your side then, ducking his head to press searing kisses into the tender, sweaty skin of your neck. 

heat swirls in your belly. chan’s wrist must be aching where it’s trapped underneath the band of your panties, but his fingers don’t stop their movements. he’s rubbing you just right — the slick pads of his digits swiping over and over and over your clit, pressing them harder when they swirl right underneath it to make you jolt against him. he’s getting you there just like he promised you. 

your orgasm hits you so hard that it almost surprises you, a boiling pot bubbling over on the stove and hissing with steam. chan hisses then, moans low in his throat when your legs clamp shut around the constant pressure, the steady movements of his fingers. he doesn’t let up until you’re jolting in overstimulation and curling into his chest. you’re keen to stay there until you finally gain your bearings back enough to notice how fucking hard he is, cock throbbing against your hip, kicking strongly when you wrap your fingers around it. 

that’s what ultimately makes you roll over. your boyfriend wasn’t the one who came, but he’s sated and smug all the same, grin widening on his handsome face. chan has the audacity to giggle at your uncoordinated limbs, but you get him back when your back finally hits his warm chest, ass rolling back onto his pulsing length to entice. 

“baby. baby, gonna let me give you one more?” he asks. the answer is obvious — made even more obvious by your frantic fingers tugging your ruined, sticky panties all the way to your ankles and reaching behind you for him. despite his proud preening from seconds ago, it’s easy to tell that he’s just as worked up as you are, his own hand fumbling to grab at his cock and rut it against your sensitive slit. he presses the leaking tip to you, nearly whimpering when your hole clenches in a kiss right to his tip. 

he slides home easily when you unclench, and you’re so soaked for him that a nasty, wet noise overtakes the sound of your heavy breathing when he finally presses balls deep. 

“oh my- fuck, nnnuh! shit,” he grunts. chan’s hand finds your hip and you reach for him again, clammy fingers clinging to two of his. 

your sight is filled with the reflection of you and chan from all angles. no matter where you look, forwards, upwards, flipped upside down and standing on your head with your right eye closed — you’d see the image of the two of you together, your body held tight to chan’s and jostling with his eager thrusts. he’s huffing into your neck, hot breath skittering over your skin. 

chan shushes you gently when he moves his hand from your hip, a sad little coo leaving your lips at the loss of his sweet touch. your hand stays with his, follows the warmth as he rucks up your shirt more so that he can grip one of your bouncing breasts with greedy fingers. a mean bite to your bottom lip can’t hold your warbled moan inside, neither can it deter the desperate words that flow freely after your moan broke the floodgates. “yes! yesyes- y-yeah, channie, ‘s so fuh- fucking good, mm-!” 

“that’s it, you feelin’ good?” another harsh squeeze to your breast, his palm against your sensitive nipple makes your back bow sharply. “gonna get you there again. so- so, ahh, so fucking perfect. look how perfectly you take me. baby, please, oh fuck…”

he lifts your leg then, palm cupping the pit of your knee to hold you open so that you can see yourself in the mirror. 

your gaze drops downwards despite the burning in your cheeks. you’re not embarrassed enough to dissuade yourself though, you do take him perfectly, something you’ve always known — whether it be from your own devilish thoughts or chan’s unyielding insistence — but now you see it. as clear as day, you watch the slick slide of chan’s cock into the heat of your cunt, the grip of it keeping him snug and warm inside and begging for his cum. he’ll give it to you soon, if his erratic thrusts are anything to go by, a man fueled completely by your pleasure. 

“fuck me,” you beg, high pitched and sticky in your throat. “fuck me, please fuh- mm! fuck me, cum in me, chan, please.” 

chan loves to tease you; he likes to play coy and make you work for your pleasure sometimes, but when you ask so sweetly? he’s a goner. chan cums with a loud moan that shifts into somewhat of a rumbled growl, his grip on your leg tightening slightly as he does before he drops it completely from his grasp. he wraps his arm around you then, reaches between your thighs to prod at your clit again so that you can cum with him inside, and the insistent pressure from his sticky fingers has you squirming all over again. he holds you in place, makes you feel everything without running, desperate for your complete satisfaction. that warmth washes over you again when you catch his eyes in the mirror, his unwavering gaze tender and deep and dedicated. 

chan knows when you’re done because you go completely lax in his arms. he smooths your shirt back down over your heaving chest. a soft kiss to your shoulder, another to the shell of your ear. chan goes to pull up your panties before he hesitates, thinks twice. 

“you wanna shower before we turn in? we’re- ah, you know. haha. messy.” 

“we are not showering in the carpet bathroom. can you go get a cloth though? warm, please.” 

he doesn’t even make you say please before he gets up with a sleepy, sated smile. 

“yeah, baby. anything for you.” 

[nyang3racha]

JOONG'S HANDS APPRECIATION POST 🫠❤️‍🔥

(For my fellow hj's hands loving gals)

(I'm one of the biggest whores out there for his god damn hands 😩😩 need him so bad help)

@crimsonbubble @sugarnspice630 @callmeghostly

@spidergirllexi

I know y'all are going to LOVE that 🤭🫦

[nyang3racha]

𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙)

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pairing: woosan x fem!reader x song mingi

w.c.: 6.4k

tags: smut, boyfriends!woosan, implied criminal activities, standalone sequel to heists and celebrations.

rating: mature

Weeks passed and the stolen necklace—your only tie to the museum—had long since been pawned away. And yet buzzed, pink hair continued to haunt your fantasies. Until you remembered: Wooyoung was incapable of denying your requests, no matter how sticky they were.

warnings: semi-public sex, van sex, really fucking filthy sex, voyeurism & exhibitionism, unprotected sex (👎), creampie, fingering (f & m receiving), handjobs, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, dom!wooyoung, switch!san, switch!reader, ??!mingi, he's just happy to be there tbh, lots of mxm between all three of them, so much kissing holy fuck, jealous!san, some begging, restraints, everyone gets a little overstimulated, nicknames, san's a cutie when riled up, and he's got a potty mouth, I think that's it ^^

A/N: this one was a wild ride. I'd recommend grabbing a bucket and a mop, just in case. happy reading~

nsfw under the cut—minors dni!! 🔞

“I’m surprised, (y/n). It’s been how long since that day? You’re usually quick to move on,” Wooyoung said with a smile on his lips, pouring hot water into his mug.

“Woo,” you whined, leaning your upper body over the kitchen island, inhaling the fresh scent of instant coffee wafting from Wooyoung’s direction. “You should’ve seen him. I mean, how many men have you seen rock pink hair, let alone a buzzcut?”

“Have you seen Park Seonghwa?”

“Who?”

“Shame. You know Hongjoong? Anyang Group’s boss?”

“Ah, Seonghwa as in that Hongjoong’s sidepiece?” Wooyoung nodded as he sipped his coffee. “Mm,” you mirrored the movement in agreement, lips curling, “wouldn’t mind seeing more of him.”

“Damn right,” he laughed.

He brushed away the image of a slender frame and plush lips to redirect back to your conversation. “You seriously want this?”

“Can you do it?” Tilting your head sideways, you peered at the man before you with wide, hopeful eyes.

Wooyoung’s eyebrows shot upwards, and he walked around the island to where you were sat on a stool, placing his mug down to cup your nape, his voice raspy as he spoke, “you know better than to ask me that, darling.”

You smiled, snaking your arms underneath Wooyoung’s baggy shirt and around his waist, pulling him closer to press tender kisses over the line of his jaw, moving up to his lips while he leaned down until you were at eye-level and giving him a firm kiss.

Pearly whites peeked at Wooyoung, “then I really want this.”

“And you’ll get it,” he moved your head towards his with the hand at your nape, his nose pressing into your cheek as he kissed you until you ran out of breath, pulling away with a kitten lick to your upper lip.

Fingers scratched lightly at the back of your head, Wooyoung leaning closer once again, this time nuzzling your temples, taking in the scent of your shampoo before exhaling contently. “But,” he started, moving back until he could meet your eyes, “what about San?”

“What about him?” You feigned ignorance.

The corner of Wooyoung’s lips tugged upwards at your darting gaze. “You know how he gets. I can’t imagine he’d be thrilled watching you devour another man.”

You pouted, arms retreating from Wooyoung’s waist to cross at your chest. “He can deal with it.”

Wooyoung chuckled, moving to kiss you again, frowning when you stopped him with a hand to his chest. You spoke before he could question the movement,

“What about you? Or do you not get jealous”

His frown melted away, expression softening as you avoided his gaze, hands immediately seeking yours to guide them over his shoulders. “My love,” he peppered kisses over your cheek. “You know well how I treat bastards who dare touch what’s mine,” he craned his neck to follow your gaze, until his dark irises met yours.  “You’ve seen it, haven’t you?”

You nodded, flashes of gore and spattered red rushed through your mind and your heart warmed at the memory of his dedication, but you weren’t convinced. “Then why—”

Wooyoung interrupted, “but, my darling, since when have you known me to turn down any of your requests?” Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pressed your foreheads together. “While our precious Sannie might want to keep you all for himself, I certainly wouldn’t mind watching you use another man to satisfy a craving,” he moved to brush his lips against the shell of your ear, “especially if he’s as hot as you described.”

You heard San’s ringtone go off, followed by a short exchange of words before his voice echoed through the suite, “jagi, Youngie’s on his way.”

San’s socked feet padded over the carpet when you didn’t reply, stopping at the bathroom doorway to admire your form, leaning over the sink while blinking into your mascara wand. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you move back to examine the drying coat of black for a second before using the tip of the wand to brush over the outer corners of your lashes.

You dropped the tube into your makeup bag and zipped it shut. Meeting San’s gaze through the mirror, you smiled—almost shyly—while smoothing down your dress, its hem resting just below your behind.

“Who are you all dressed up for?” San teased, eyes flitting down to the burgundy colouring your lips.

You turned to face him, smile still stretching your lips as you leaned back against the counter behind you. “Woo said he had a surprise for me before your match tonight.”

He raised an eyebrow, taking a few steps closer, “a surprise? He didn’t mention anything to me.”

You simply shrugged, hoping he’d let it go before the excitement in your eyes betrayed you.

“Ah, I forgot to wash this for you last night,” you shifted the subject, hooking a finger under the hem of San’s singlet, the drops of dried blood staining the collar a memoir of his victory a couple nights ago.

The suspicion in San’s gaze faded, replaced with fondness. His hands reached for yours, balling them in his palms and bringing them to his lips. He pressed a kiss on each of your knuckles, “my perfect girl.”

You frowned; eyes fixed on the flaking blood smirching the white.

San breathed out a laugh, craning his neck to meet your eyes. “I’m serious, my love. It’s okay. It’s gonna get dirty again anyway.”

Seemingly unconvinced, San took your chin between his thumb and pointer and tilted your head upwards. He muttered a breathy “jagi” before his lips crashed over yours—desperate, hungry, wanting. Hands roamed up and down your sides, squeezing at your waist and ass and pulling you impossibly closer to his body. You felt dizzy, arms wrapped around San’s waist and palms splayed over the toned muscle of his back. His breath was hot as it blew over your skin, tongue moving with yours and spit melting the burgundy off your lips.

San’s ringtone sounded in the other room just as strong arms lifted you onto the counter, a disgruntled groan vibrating over your lips before he pulled away to answer, planting a quick peck on your mouth before scurrying out the bathroom.

Giggling to yourself, you slid off the marble to fix the makeup San kissed off you, wiping the product that bled past your lip-line before sliding the applicator over the slightly stained skin.

San showed up at the door once again, hopping on one foot while squeezing the other into his sneakers. “C’mon baby, Youngie’s waiting for us down the street.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you packed your makeup. “Why not pick us up from here?”

“Fuck if I know,” San sighed, swinging his backpack over his shoulder and grabbing his keycard.

The elevator ride was tense, the other passengers averting their gaze upon noticing San’s unabashed groping, a blank expression on both your faces while his hand disappeared under the back of your dress. You elbowed him when the landing doors opened at ground level, finally letting out an airy laugh as the other guests scurried out with hung heads, a cocky smirk forming on San’s lips.

‘Down the street’ was a much longer walk than originally anticipated, San’s grumbling indictive of his irritation, and yet his hold on your hand remained gentle, fingers tangled with yours and squeezing softly with every few steps he took.

After what felt like hours, you took a sharp left into a dark alleyway—tall buildings on either side blocking the sunlight—vivid graffiti overlapping on the damp walls, mould forming where they met the cracked pavement. The familiar white van appeared as you turned the corner, newly painted to refresh the previously peeling lettering, though the various dents in the metal remained.

Wooyoung stood leaning back against the van with a lit cigarette hanging off his bottom lip. The lit edge burned bright orange as he sucked in a breath, pushing off the cold metal to face the two of you.

“Why’d you fucking make us walk so far?” San spat, swinging his arms outwards for emphasis.

Lidded eyes met yours from a few feet away, and you attempted to maintain the faux irritation furrowing your eyebrows.

“Relax, I didn’t want anyone seeing our special guest,” he smirked, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Even if he came here voluntarily."

San looked as heated as he was confused, “the fuck are you talking about?”

Sensing another series of string of curses coming his way, Wooyoung put his hand up to stop him. “Calm down, kitten. Here, see for yourself.”

He exhaled a final cloud of smoke, dropping the expended tobacco onto the pavement and crushing it with the toe of his boot. He stepped towards the van again, pulling the back handles until the double doors swung open. Faded pink hair peeked at you from the back corner of the small space, longer and less vibrant than you remembered, though his defined features were just as captivating; though, you’d argue the full lips looked far more alluring spread apart by the rag Wooyoung had gagged him with.

Your gaze lowered, checking him out while he sat there, staring back with his wrists tied behind his back. You wondered whether Wooyoung had surprised him while getting ready, eying the top three undone buttons of his white shirt, and those missing from his open vest.

A snicker sounded behind you, “sorry, darling, I couldn’t help but inspect the goods while waiting.”

Your shared laughter snapped San out of his trance, turning to face Wooyoung. “Isn’t this the security guard from the last museum? Wooyoung, what the fuck is this?”

Wooyoung’s calm demeanour only seemed to irritate San further, as did the dry chuckle he gave towards his alarm. “Seems like distracting the dog wasn’t enough for our pretty (y/n), she wanted to take him on a walk.”

San’s eyes widened, his head snapping to your direction only to find the space you’d occupied beside him empty.

Your knees dug into the mattress laid on the floor of the van, the used, stained fabric holding the round indent you’d left behind for a few seconds before returning to its original shape. Crawling towards your target, you realised just how much the pink had faded since you last saw him, roots retouched but his grown-out locks closer to being blonde now. He didn’t seem afraid or confused—and you’d thought Wooyoung was only trying to enrage San by hinting Mingi wanted this encounter to occur. The doe eyes that checked you out in the museum were instead replaced by a sharp gaze drowned in an unknown emotion, something sultry, dangerous. But despite the thoughts churning in Mingi’s mind, the fact remained that he was helpless in his current predicament, tied up and unable to touch the woman he so desperately wanted, the threatening presence of her two partners lingering only a few feet away.

Wooyoung watched you closely, both his and San’s eyes shifting to the exposed, pretty black lace of your panties as you crawled towards the bound man. He could sense San’s jealousy simmering beside him, his eyebrows in a deep furrow and fists clenched at his side.

“Want me to untie him?” Wooyoung poked his tongue out between his teeth as a failed attempt to hide his growing grin, awaiting San’s beratement.

Though, your voice stopped the unkind words at the tip of his tongue.

“Uh-uh,” you turned down his offer, settling on your knees, “no need.”

Turning to face the two men still outside the van, you extended a hand towards San, smiling as the crease between his eyebrows softened and he scurried towards you. Grabbing your reaching hand, he led the open palm up to his mouth and pressed five kisses onto the soft skin, inhaling deeply with each one. You smiled, waiting until he’s had his fill before leading him closer. San’s arms wrapped around your waist, his body attaching to yours like it was second nature: front flush with your back, his face buried into the side of your neck until he could smell nothing but your scent, and a faint hint of your shampoo.

You felt the van dip slightly as Wooyoung climbed into the driver’s seat, the engine sputtering before coming alive. You craned your neck to the side to meet San’s eyes, smile dripping with mischief as you spoke, “just want him to watch for now.”

—

San almost couldn’t keep up, his knees digging into the mattress to keep himself steady, arms around your waist keeping you both upright as you threw yourself onto him, lips hungry and desperate as though you’d been craving his taste for days. Teeth clashed against each other, content hums and breathy moans vibrating in the air between you, your hands squeezing at the exposed muscle of his biceps, moving over his chest and down his abdomen.

Moving a few inches back, you dragged the white tank over San’s head and threw it to the side. “C’mon, Sannie,” you pressed a kiss to his lips, hooking your fingers into his waist belt to tug him closer, “don’t you wanna show our guest how good you can be for me?”

Fingers tangled in the hair at your nape, pulling roughly until your neck craned backwards. San’s voice had a rasp to it, dripping with lust he desperately tried to conceal, “don’t push it.”

The corner of your mouth curled, “that’s not being good,” a choked scoff blowing against San’s face, “maybe Mingi here can do better?”

You twisted your head sideways despite the resistance, meeting Mingi’s wide eyes for merely a second before your gaze was forced forwards once again.

“(Y/n),” his tone dripped with warning.

You swiped a finger over San’s bottom lip, protruding yours slightly to egg him on further. “Sannie,” you purred, smiling at the faint flutter of his lashes upon hearing the pleasant sound. “C’mon, baby, show Mingi how good you make me feel.”

Your eyes locked on Wooyoung’s through the rearview mirror while San manhandled you onto his lap, perhaps a little too calm as his gaze travelled over your bare skin and the thin sheet of sweat reflecting the sunlight peeking through the windshield. Your dress tossed somewhere behind you, back stuck to San’s chest and your legs hooked over his thighs, you could feel a flush creeping up your chest upon noticing your position—sat in San’s lap, spread open and bare while Mingi’s eyes roamed over the expanse of smooth skin.

Two fingers circled your clit, and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden touch, exhaling a content sigh when he didn’t waste time sliding them past your pulsing hole. San leaned closer, nuzzling his nose into the junction of your neck as he pumped his fingers slowly.

Sensing the unusual warmth of your skin, a smile stretched his lips. “Oh darling, isn’t it a bit too late to be feeling shy?”

“Shut up,” you moaned, tilting your head to the side to make room for San’s peppered kisses.

Your cunt squelched with every thrust, and you kept your eyes trained on Mingi while it spat slick around San’s fingers. He curled them into your sweet spot, soft ‘ah’s leaving your parted lips as pleasure soared through your body, eyes lidded and head lolling to the side, San’s fingers fucking you open and simultaneously dragging you towards the edge of your release.

“San, Sannie, right there, baby—hnngh, yeah,” his name dripping like honey off your lips.

You grabbed onto his wrist, tight yet not restraining his ministrations, your back arching off his abdomen when his free hand slapped your clit.

“So close already?” San teased into your ear, though his eyes were sharp and contemptuous upon meeting Mingi’s over your shoulder. “I see the audience has got you all worked up.”

His palm landed onto your clit again, and again, content watching your hips jump then fall back onto his lap with each slap.

“Sannie, please,” you panted, hips rolling towards his hands as he played with your cunt, nearly crying out when he pinched your clit between his thumb and pointer, vision blurring when you finally came.

San’s fingers continued pressing your g-spot, languidly to extend your orgasm, his other hand cupping your inner thigh and taking in the tremors shaking your form. His lips found their way back to your neck—blossoming bruises of red and blue scattered over the delicate skin—while his eyes remained on Mingi, as though an unspoken challenge was being communicated between the two men.

Slipping his fingers out from between your clenching walls, San readjusted your position on his lap, moving you sideways so your legs dangled off one of his thighs, an arm around your back holding you upright with your head resting on his shoulder. Mingi watched silently as San leaned down to press a delicate kiss to your lips, checking up on you through whispered questions while massaging the tired muscles of your thighs. It was like he was non-existent, merely a prop in the small bubble enveloping the two of you.

It wasn’t until your tired eyes met his that the bubble popped, and Mingi snapped out of his thoughts. You sat up, your gaze suddenly alert and glimmering with hints of mischief, beginning to crawl towards the man merely a few feet away after San had begrudgingly let you go.

With just a few inches separating your faces, you pulled the wet rag between his lips down to hang around his neck, “did you enjoy that?”

Mingi began nodding before you could finish the question, “yes,” he cleared his throat, the rasp in his voice sending a wave of heat down to your core, and San could see your pussy clench from where he was sat behind you.

“Mm,” you hummed, “I could tell.”

You smiled, tilting your head down to drag your attention to Mingi’s crotch, his cock hard and straining against the constraints of his dress pants. You brushed your fingertips over his zipper, smiling wider at the displeased groan sounding behind you, looking back up at Mingi when a chocked moan left his full lips, a thick gulp following it.

He rested his head against the back of the driver’s seat, taking you in wordlessly through hooded eyes, watching as you reached between your legs to swipe your fingers through your sopping cunt only to bring them back to hover in front of Mingi’s face.

“Be a good boy,” you whispered, and pushed your fingers past his plush lips.

Mingi didn’t need to be told twice, taking them like a starved man and moaning unabashedly as your slick met his tastebuds, rolling his tongue around the digits and sucking them deeper into his mouth. You felt yourself getting wetter, squeezing your thighs together while running your fingers down Mingi’s tongue until he gagged. His whine when you slid them out nearly made you cum, his head moving to chase your retreating fingers, your lingering taste alone driving him halfway to madness.

So, you brought them back, this time hovering around and over his lips despite his attempts to take them inside his mouth. Brushing your thumb through the spit soaking his lips, you shoved it past them to hook behind his bottom teeth, tugging his head forward and removing your hand just before your lips crashed. It was sloppy, way too much teeth and saliva and tongue, and yet your pussy ached, skin buzzing and your need growing the longer your mouth moved against Mingi’s. Lust guided you, your fingers squeezing around Mingi’s cock through his pants while your tongue ran across his teeth, the raspy moans reverberating against your skin fanning the fire burning within your core.

Warmth spread against your back, San’s body covering yours and his hand closing around your chin to pull you off Mingi, pausing to take in the gloss covering both your lips before his irritation grew once again, “don’t slobber on another man’s face when I’m the one fucking you.”

You visibly shuddered at his words, arching back against his torso and leaning forward to catch his lips, barely brushing against then when Mingi’s voice startled you away,

“You’re cruel, miss,” he mumbled, as though talking to himself, yet his eyes fixed on your flushed face. Noting your confusion—and San’s glare—he continued, “I called that number so many times,” he breathed deeply between each of the last three words, his voice dropping at octave as he mumbled the rest of his sentence “’kept wondering whether you tasted as sweet as you smelled.”

San felt the shiver shaking your body, and your pussy getting wetter against his cock where it lay slotted between your legs. He was so occupied with this sultry exchange he didn’t notice the engine’s silence until the doors behind him swung open. A quick peak over his shoulder calmed his reflexes, arms relaxing around your waist as Wooyoung crawled towards him.

Just as he turned his attention back to the pink-haired man admiring you with heart eyes and a tongue heavy with honey-laced words, the string of curses nearly leaving San’s mouth got interrupted,

“Oh come on, Sannie, loosen up a little,” Wooyoung ribbed, dragging his fingertips up San’s spine. “Our friend Mingi here was so excited when he heard (y/n) wanted to see him.”

“Youngie, stay out of this,” San growled, feline eyes narrowing in warning.

Scoffing, Wooyoung left San’s side with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder and a whispered “suit yourself,” moving towards your guest. You both sat back and watched as Wooyoung grabbed Mingi’s defined jaw and smashed their lips together. It was almost like watching your prior kiss from a new perspective—Wooyoung was clearly leading, sucking the plush of Mingi’s lips into his own, digging his tongue into his mouth to seek out more of him, and sneaking his hand lower to palm over his cock. His touch was rough, rendering Mingi unable to do anything but groan against Wooyoung’s mouth, the gravelly sound travelling right to your core.

“More,” he recited, tugging against the restraints at the small of his back while simultaneously fucking up into Wooyoung’s palm. All the while, Wooyoung’s kisses remained relentless, teeth digging into Mingi’s bottom lip and tongue roaming within his mouth, wanting nothing but to manhandle the taller man and take him however he wanted. He held back, though, your excitement in the back of his mind while he enjoyed what he could have.

San was starstruck, his irritation with Mingi long since fizzled away, wholly incapable of moving his eyes off the scene before him, so turned on he imagined a fire would burn less than the heat spreading under his skin.

He hissed as your fingers wrapped around his length, bringing him back to the present and aligning him with your entrance, a nonvocal appeal in the lookback you’d given him. So he slid inside you with a muttered curse, throwing his head back as your heat engulfed him, pleasure soaring through his body at the tight squeeze of his throbbing cock between your walls.

You felt so full, satiated with San finally inside you. Lowering yourself onto your elbows, you allowed your head to hang limp while San thrusted experimentally, jolting you forward with an airy ‘ah’ leaving your lips.

Wooyoung finally parted from Mingi’s now-swollen mouth, glancing behind him at the sound and missing how the other man had leaned in for more. Pretending as though he hadn’t shaken Mingi’s world and possibly given him a sexuality crisis, Wooyoung moved his attention to you and San. He watched shamelessly as San’s hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing and pulling until you sat upright on your knees, tits jumping and lips parting as ecstasy blurred your vision. He was so deep, so heavy where he sat within you, sheathing his full length inside your cunt before pulling out once again.

Following the minute shifts in your expression—brows furrowing then relaxing, lips parted and spit pooling at the reddened corners, your lashes fluttering each time San drove his cock into you—Wooyoung couldn’t stand still any longer. His lips were on yours before you could even register him moving, fingers tangling with the hair at the back of your head to push your faces impossibly closer. He inhaled deeply where his nose dug into your cheek, pulling away slightly only to press wet kisses onto your mouth, allowing you to breathe while he continued satisfying his hunger.

Mingi gulped, also sat up on his knees now and staring directly at San. And as much as San attempted to look away, to focus on his partners making out in front of him, he couldn’t take his eyes off the other man’s lips—somehow fuller than ever, red and slightly chapped from Wooyoung’s relentless nips. Walking a step forward on his knees, Mingi now sat a few inches away from San’s face, and he took the opportunity to lean even closer, frowning when San flinched backwards on instinct.

Noticing the exchange in his peripheral, Wooyoung untangled a hand from your hair to wrap around San’s head and push him forward, successfully ending his resistance when his lips touched Mingi’s.

San could taste you both on Mingi’s lips, nearly shying away them as the other man towered over him, acting as though he’d wanted to put San in this position ever since he’d gotten in this van. Spit-soaked teeth closed around his bottom lip, dragging it with them as Mingi pulled away, only to move back in for more.

You could feel San throbbing inside you, his thrusts sloppy and desperate, losing his rhythm while Mingi was on him. They sounded downright sinful, and one look over your shoulder clamped your pussy down around San, a throaty moan vibrating over Mingi’s lips.

Wooyoung left you with a tender kiss, sneaking around the tangled bodies to reach San’s posterior and bending forward to graze his lips against the shell of his ear, jolting him away from Mingi.

“Seems like our dear Sannie is finally enjoying himself,” he sneered, running his pointer over San’s pert hole and smiling wider at his startled gasp.

Drowning out the conversation behind you, your eyes fell on the tent in Mingi’s pants. You peeled San’s limp fingers from your throat and bent at your waist, placing your palms on his thick thighs to push him into a seated position. It didn’t take long to free his cock from its constraints, Mingi’s eyes wide and wanting, leaning his body back on his elbows, wrists violently tugging against the cloth around them until Wooyoung’s dark glare over San’s shoulder ceased his attempts.

You pumped his length once, taking in Mingi’s rough groan while in awe at the sheer amount of precum coating his reddened skin. You paused before taking him in your mouth, squeezing your fist around the tip and forcing Mingi’s eyes to roll back momentarily, though your head hung low and an elongated moan dragged off your tongue as San adjusted his angle, fucking up into your g-spot until splotches of white spread across your vision.

“Fuck, Sannie— So good,” you tilted your head back, lips parted as another moan slipped past them.

Mingi’s cock jumped in your hold, and you didn’t waste time lurching forward to suck the tip into your mouth. The tang overwhelming your tastebuds goaded you to take him further, flattening your tongue against the underside of his length and lowering yourself until his cockhead nudged your uvula.

“Fuuuck,” Mingi moaned on an exhale, his hips moving upwards in light thrusts to meet your mouth halfway, eyes fluttering shut each time he bottomed out within your tight channel.

You felt lightheaded, Mingi’s taste on your tongue and the deep baritone of his voice driving you to take him further inside. You could barely breathe, the backs of your thighs on fire, San’s slamming against your skin as he fucked into you like a crazed man, pushing you forward until Mingi’s cock bumped the back of your throat.  Tears blurred your vision, gagging around his length before pulling off to rest your head over his quivering thigh, but San remained relentless, pumping his cock inside you until your moans went quiet, your mouth open helplessly while burning pleasure overtook your senses.

It took you a few seconds to regain your breath, and you were sucking Mingi’s cock back into your mouth before he could even check up on you. He fought against his restrains, wanting nothing but to tangle his ringed fingers through your hair, to guide your head over the length of his cock until your spit ran down the sides.

“You can do better,” Wooyoung’s voice startled San away from his thoughts, noticing his hand going limp around Wooyoung’s cock. “Look at our pretty girl taking the both of you so well,” he compared teasingly, curling his fingers inside San while he spoke.

“Youngie, ah—fuck, ‘want a turn?” San asked, ignoring the provocation in Wooyoung’s tone and squeezing around his leaking tip.

“Mm,” he hummed into his ear, leaning some of his weight on San’s side and planting a kiss over his shoulder, “fill ‘er up for me,” another kiss on the back of his neck, “I’ll have my fun with you later.”

The purposely harsh thrust Wooyoung gave prodded right at San’s prostate, his cock jumping inside you at the stimulation and his mind going hazy.

“Fuck me, ‘m gonna cum,” San panted, squeezing around the other man while he jerked him off before letting go, instead reaching back to grab his wrist to stop his fingers from driving him off the edge.

“Ah, Sannie, feels so good,” you mumbled while kissing over Mingi’s cockhead, digging the tip of your tongue into the slit to watch his eyes roll back.

You clamped down around San when Mingi spoke suddenly, “please, please, please, miss, oh god—I’m so close,” his head hung sideways to rest over his shoulder as he watched you swallow his cock through lidded eyes.

Your pussy squelched loudly around San, slick running down the inside of your thighs, and jealousy panged painfully within his chest as he watched you deepthroat the man sat in front of him. He let go of Wooyoung, bowing forward to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull your body towards him, Mingi’s cock slipping out of your mouth with a whine and falling heavily against his lower belly.

“San, what—”

“Don’t you even think about coming in her mouth,” San interrupted to address Mingi, balancing on one hand with the other tucking you closely against his chest. “You haven’t earned that yet.”

Yet.

The word alone made precum drip down Mingi’s cock, his voice a higher pitch as he whined disgracefully, “please, ‘wanna cum so bad,” he thrust his hips in the air involuntarily.

San paused inside you, as though contemplating for a few seconds before his hips stuttered and regained their previous pace, your hand flying to wrap around San’s hand where it dug into the mattress. And just when you’d thought the pleasure had completely dumbed you out, San slowly withdrew the arm around you and waited until you settled onto your elbows, pressing his lips to your crown before shifting his attention back to Mingi.

Wordlessly, he reached towards him and wrapped his fingers around his cock, Mingi’s sharp hiss sounding in the stuffy van as San began getting him off.

“Go on then, cum.”

Despite the animosity in his tone, you could feel San grow thicker inside you, stretching your cunt out even further. Squeezing San’s free hand, you laid your top half on the mattress and waited until Mingi absentmindedly scooted closer, resting your head on his thigh to watch San’s fist pumping his girth. San’s pace slowed while he focused on the cock in his hand, and you couldn’t complain, Mingi’s rasp in your ear and his thighs shaking underneath you, thick ropes of cum spurting from his angry tip and splattering onto the side of your face.

San waited until he’d drained Mingi completely before letting him go, his eyebrows raising when your hand took his place, squeezing around his base to hear him hiss in sensitivity. But you kept going, lifting your head and squeezing his wet cock until he began spasming, the overstimulation stretching his vocal cords until he sounded thoroughly pathetic. He panted like a dog even after you’d let him go, and you couldn’t help but wonder how he’d act when pussydrunk—your hole dripping with his load, his airy begging echoing in your ear while you slid down on him yet again, fucking yourself full of his softening cock.

An abrupt change in position paused your forming fantasy, eyes fixing on the van’s roof before San slipped into your field of vision, dimpled cheeks and warm smile lighting a gentle fire in your chest.

“Where were we?” He whispered, your familiar bubble forming around you once again as he leaned down to kiss you.

His lips were soft, moving leisurely over yours as though you were a hallowed treasure, an invaluable jewel he’d set out to heist. His cupped your jaw, burning palm against your heated skin tilting your head so he could move impossibly closer, deepening the kiss until you feared he’d devour you. Reaching between your bodies, San aligned himself and pushed inside you once again, his groan and yours mingling in the negligible air between you.

He started off slow, letting out a shuddered moan as the tight heat of your pussy sucked him in, so deep he considered never pulling out. San fit inside you like he was born to fuck you dumb, his cockhead pressing your sweet spot every time he buried himself within your cunt, pushing more of your slick out and down past where he stretched you out.

San’s hips stuttered just as he’d built up his pace, the feeling of sneaky fingers prodding at his hole again dragging his attention off your face, his features contorting when Wooyoung easily slipped two fingers into his ass. A guttural moan left his lips, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut as he got stretched open, his hands squeezing around your waist while he adjusted.

“Is it too much, Sannie?” Wooyoung provoked him, and you knew it was his own wicked way of getting back at San for leaving him out. You could tell by the violent throbbing between your walls that San was close, and Wooyoung loved playing with San when he was desperate to cum. “’You gonna cum before our girl?”

San snapped his head towards him, glaring despite his predicament—two fingers pumping inside him and your pussy squeezing around his cock. He was in no position to glower at anyone, and yet your small giggle set him off further. He turned his attention to you, moving back to meet Wooyoung’s fingers and forward to piston his cock into your sopping hole. You sensed your orgasm building back up, arching an extra inch off the stained mattress each time San drove into you, lowering himself even more to wrap his lips around your nipple, biting and sucking it raw before licking a strip up your cleavage to the dip between your collarbones.

“Need you to come, baby, let go for me,” he wrapped both arms around you, whining between desperate groans, the stimulation from both sides almost too much for him.

You nodded wildly, a repetition of his name falling off your lips like honey-laced poison; San’s heart nearly arrested.

He untangled one of arms from your quivering form to reach for your clit, frantically flicking and rubbing until you began spasming in his arms, the whites of your eyes showing before you’d squeezed your lids together, jerking away from San’s touch yet rolling your hips towards it. Fiery pleasure blinded your senses, oxytocin rushing through your veins while your orgasm crashed into you like a cyclone wave, twitching uncontrollably within San’s hold.

It didn’t take long for San to follow, deep, breathy ‘ah’s leaving him while your pussy clenched around his cock, barely able to move as you held onto him while you came. Behind him, Wooyoung remained mostly impassive, humping San’s hip while his fingers massaged his prostate, opting to hurriedly jerk himself off instead when San’s thighs began shaking.

San could feel his sanity slipping away, Wooyoung’s fingers milking him of all he had. His cum spurted out of him in hot ropes while he hysterically grinded into you, stuffing your womb full of his seed. His moans lowered an octave, dropping himself over you while still coming, a stream of liquid squeezing past his cock and down to seep into the mattress below you.

At the first uncomfortable whine from the overstimulated man, Wooyoung pulled his fingers out, fucking his slick-covered fist until white ribbons painted San’s back, a few drops landing over his pulsing hole. He could help but reach forward to run a rough thumb over it, pushing his cum inside until San reached back to swat him away with a curse.

Wooyoung took you in from where he towered over you— sweat covered your entire body, skin sticking to San’s as he laid on top of you, head resting on your shoulder; your tits were bitten and bruised from his rough mouth, a bitemark circling your nipple, and cum dripping out of your cunt which San’s softening cock still resided within. Moving his eyes back to your face, they softened at your relaxed features, hooded eyes peering back at him and a warm, grateful smile on your lips. His cock twitched in interest upon noticing Mingi’s drying cum splattered over your face, his tongue poking the side of his mouth, aching for a taste.

Wooyoung grabbed San’s discarded singlet to wipe off the slick wetting his fingers, figuring the man wouldn’t mind another fluid staining the fabric. It was only then that he noticed your guest’s presence, fucked-out with flushed skin and blown-out pupils slowly lifting off your stretched hole to meet Wooyoung’s. Mingi’s own cum coated his toned abdomen, the muscle shaking as he took a shuddering breath in.

Wooyoung’s lips curled with something dangerous, and Mingi nearly flinched. His words, however, lit a treacherous wildfire within him and spread to his core.

“Be good, Mangi,” the nickname coming naturally, “and who knows? Maybe you’ll get the chance to taste her someday.”

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˖˙ ᰋ ── highlighter? what's that?

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: very much inspired by the video hyun did with risabae <3 very self indulgent; hyun's a cutiepie and i wanna squish his cheeks. i hope you enjoy!! <3

“Baby, what is this?”

Hyunjin looks up from his phone in wonder, raising both eyebrows as you thrust a pink, round, and strange-looking sponge in his face.

He pauses, gaze finding yours, scoffing as your smile widens.

“A beauty blender. How stupid do you think I am?”

You can't help but laugh, putting the item away to cradle his face and place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Stupid isn't a word I actively associate with you, my love.”

You can feel him melt at your words, and as he leans into the touch to capture your lips, you pull back to get another product, as committed to the bit as one could be.

“What about this?”

Hyunjin is confused, a pout settling over his pillowy lips. He studies the pencil in your hand, stopping at the blunt tip that can barely tell him what color it's supposed to be anymore.

“Is this one of my drawing pencils? But I don't remember owning such a shade.” He takes it from your hand to have a closer look, studying it curiously. “A crayon?”

“A crayon, baby?”

He nods, smiling brightly. “I didn't know you got back into coloring! I'm so glad!”

He's too cute to disagree with, so your only response is a smile full of fondness as you turn away from him once again, setting the lip liner aside.

“What are you doing?”

“I saw this on tiktok.” Hyunjin groans loudly, letting his head fall back against the couch in the most dramatic manner he could muster. “It’s looked like so much fun! All you have to do is name these products you've seen me use hundreds of times.”

Your boyfriend shakes his head, staring at the ceiling in contemplation. “Nothing from that app can be fun.”

“So, you're not having fun?” You pout, trying to meet his eyes and weaken his defences.

Silence greets your question for a few heartbeats which aids you in hearing the gears in Hyunjin’s head working overtime, pondering over his next words.

Eventually, he sighs and grumbles under his breath. “I didn't say that...”

When Hyunjin returns to sitting properly, you hold up a familiar product he is bound to guess even with his eyes closed.

“That's lipstick. Your favorite one. You love peppering kisses all over my face while wearing it just so it would stain my skin.”

Your grin is so wide that your cheeks start to hurt, happiness contagious as it pulls the same smile from your previously grumpy boyfriend. “Great job, baby!” You clap, reaching out to run your hand through his short hair, the texture that has him resembling a hedgehog pleasant on your skin. As expected, he leans into your touch once again, like a moth drawn to a flame, or a cat craving affection after a whole day spent apart. At this point, you’re sure he’s not even aware of how often he does it.

“I got it right.” He mumbles, grabbing your other hand before you can run away to plant soft kisses all over your knuckles. “Now where’s my reward?”

“A reward?” You ask, raising a curious brow while your hand stills on his head. “What do you want?”

“You.”

Your heart flutters, somehow still not used to his characteristic boldness that never shies away from expressing what he desires, making you go weak in the knees without fail.

You weren’t done with him yet, but Hyunjin did have a point – his patience deserved a reward after getting roped into another one of your schemes, even though you could always tell he loved your spontaneous mind and silly ideas.

Without a word, you dip down to plant a sweet kiss on his awaiting lips, one that lingers for as long as you’re both willing to get lost in each other. Which is a long time, an eternity if only your need for air didn’t butt in every few minutes to ruin the moment.

His strong arms circle your waist, keeping you in place as he kisses all of your thoughts away. His cheeky tongue caresses your bottom lip as if politely asking for entrance. You comply, only for a fleeting moment, allowing him to taste you as your hands squish his cheeks together, unable to help yourself.

When you pull away, you’re both a little out of breath, lips red and slick with each other’s saliva. Hyunjin’s looking up at you after resting his chin above your stomach, eyes full of the love only you can ignite in him, and the sight doesn’t fail to pull on your sensitive heartstrings.

Gently, with utmost care, you wipe at his bottom lip, causing his hold on you to tighten and pull you even closer, almost seating you on his lap.

Somehow, you manage to twist your body in his embrace and reach for the next product, still not willing to give up on your game.

“Baby,” you coo, caressing his jaw, “do you recognize this one?”

Releasing you, Hyunjin reaches for the small product that looks even tinier in his big hands, inspecting it thoroughly. He’s turning it around, analyzing it from every angle, before finally figuring out how to open it. A gasp escapes his full lips as a cloud of glitter greets him, the particles flying in his face like they too longed for a chance at his love, to touch and kiss his face like you were just doing minutes prior.

“It’s so shiny.” He mumbles, in awe of all the colorful hues he can see in the white powder. “Is this the thing you put on your eyes? What was it called?”

You can’t help but laugh, your heart growing in size at the adorable look on his face, the furrow between his eyebrows you had to hold yourself back from kissing away. “I guess you can use it on your eyes as well, yeah.”

“It’s a highlighter, Hyun.”

“Highlighter?” Hyunjin whispers, still as lost as ever, searching his mind for all the memories in which he’s witnessed you use this thing.

You nod, grabbing his hand to help him dip his fingers in, gently. “See how it sparkles?”

Hyunjin is mesmerized, staring at the swatch you just did on his hand with the curiosity of a little kid that just received a new, shiny toy he couldn’t bring himself to tear out of the package yet.

The sight is so endearing that your heart threatens to jump out of your chest at any second, leaving you behind in favor of finding a new home among Hyunjin’s other organs, deeming him more worthy. That’s why, you let her dictate your next move, leaning down to sweetly peck his lips once again, a kiss he returns automatically.

Now, he’s frowning because of a whole other reason, holding himself back from chasing after your lips. “I got it wrong though?”

You shake your head, beaming. “It doesn’t matter. Your cuteness deserves a reward either way.”

The last thing you see is his bright smile before you turn your back to him again, reaching for the eyelash curler that is bound to give him some trouble.

Once Hyunjin’s doe eyes settle on the small piece of metal in your hands, his smile vanishes as an emotion resembling fear clouds the chocolate color.

“Absolutely not! Get that torture device away from me!”

Oh, how much you loved your boyfriend and his dramatic antics.

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𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃~ 𝒫𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒

The Menu

❤️Pairing: boss! Kang Yeosang x employee! Reader (f)

❤️Au: bakery au

❤️Trope: boss/employee

❤️Genre: smut

❤️Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

❤️Warnings: praise kink, dom!reader, sub!yeosang, pain kink, semi-public sex, DO NOT HAVE SEX IN A KITCHEN THAT'S SO UNSANITARY BRO, oral (f), hair tugging, breast play

❤️Word Count: 1,394

❤️Summary: when you praise your boss rather forcefully, yeosang pursues a more carnal activity in the kitchen

❤️Day Ten: Mingi| Masterlist | Day Twelve: San 💛

“Yeosang, I’m ready for you to show me how you fill the piping bags for these cupcakes because the last time I attempted it, it was a disaster,” You round the corner with your tray of red-velvet cupcakes.

When Yeosang doesn’t answer, you put down your tray and go find him. Usually, the head bakery chef was in his head while he completed his projects, so you had to be gentle about the way you got his attention. Otherwise, there’d be a cake on the floor.

You swiftly go towards the benches used for frosting and finally find your boss. He was contemplating his job on a special order cake. He cocked his head and shook it. “That’s not right,” he murmured to himself.

“Yeosang, it’s beautiful!’ You covered your mouth in awe.

He had prepared a mirror glaze with an aurora theme, and it was simply the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen in your entire life.

Yeosang’s eyes widened upon your statement. He ducked his head, and you spotted his cheeks becoming pink. “Oh no, I think I got the coloring incorrect. I’ll need to start again.”

You clucked your tongue in annoyance. Your boss was always his worst critique. He cared so much that he always wanted the cakes he made to be utter perfection for the person receiving them.

“You will do no such thing,” you frowned.

Yeosang sent you a kind, fond smile. “Who’s the boss here?”

You made a noise of frustration. “But Yeosang! Your art is amazing! There’s nothing wrong with this. You got the green’s and purple’s perfectly. Your talent is unparalleled. That’s why I applied to this bakery? To learn from the best.

Yeosang laughed nervously and then schooled his features quickly. “I’d tell my boss he’s the best too.”

Your body moved without another thought. You grabbed Yeosang’s face tightly. “Don’t you dare make light of what I said. I do not flatter, I simply speak the truth.”

Yeosang’s eyes were wide again in surprise. You couldn't believe you just did that to your boss.

You were quick to drop your hands and apologize. “Just don’t throw out the cake. I can at least sell it at half price as a happy accident, okay? Now, please, can you show me how to fill the piping bag properly?”

You stared down at the floor, wringing your hands in anxiety. You really had gone too far. Perhaps you should start typing up a resignation letter quickly before--

Yeosang’s large, gentle hands encompassed your own. He brought them back up to his cheeks. “Do that again.”

You eyed your boss warily. “Yeosang.”

“Please,” Yeosang murmured. “Be forceful and praise me. I liked it.”

“Yeosang…” This time, your tone took a cautious turn. “We can’t…”

Yeosang squared his shoulders. “I’m the boss, right? We can if we’re both consensual.”

Your hand tightened against Yeosang’s jaw, pushing into his flesh. “You are an amazing chef, the likes of which should be lauded for his talent.”

Yeosang whimpered in response. “More,” he whispered.

“Your cakes only rival your own looks, in beauty and visual aesthetic. If anyone was so lucky to receive your affections, and your baked goods, they would be the luckiest person on this planet,” You continued.

Yeosang swallowed loudly when you released him. You could see that the gears were turning in his head, and then he turned around to clear the stainless steel counter of all the utensils. “I’m good at other things, too. You know.” His hand patted the counter suggestively.

“Yeosang, this is--are you sure? What if someone--”

“You and I both know that the shop doesn’t open for another couple of hours. My cakes are already finished and I can help you with the cupcakes. Now, please. Hike up your cute little skirt, and let me show you how good I am at giving head.”

The quiet determination emanating from Yeosang, paired with the delicate trembling for what was to come, was all the convincing you needed.

You slipped your panties off, stuffing them into your apron front pocket, and pulled up your skirt. You put your ass to the counter and settle your palms down on the cold surface to haul yourself up. Yeosang’s hands encircled your waist and helped you, moving his body between your legs.

He reached down, almost reverently, grabbing your socked ankle and lifting one of your legs up so your foot was on the counter. It opened your body up to reveal your cunt.

Yeosang made a desperate but deep-toned noise at the reveal and fell to his knees immediately. His thumbs parted your outer lips and he dove into your pussy like it was the dessert he was most eager to consume.

You bit down on your finger to contain the moan that threatened to spill from your lips as Yeosang licked you. His technique wasn’t tentative at all; in fact, his nose continued to flirt with your clit as his tongue circled your hole and teased it.

You quickly remembered you had your own task, so you went to work. “Oh god, Yeosang, that’s it. You’re licking me so well.”

Yeosang’s licking stuttered as his body jolted from his reaction to your praise. Still he continued to trace your inner lips with his tongue.

“Oh god, your handsome face looks so good between my legs, yes, just like that, Sangie,” you cooed.

A garbled groan vibrated deep in Yeosang’s throat. His tongue began to thrust into your hole, slowly opening you up with the wet appendage.

You cast your head back, reveling in the way you were feeling right now. Yeosang wasn’t lying when he said he was good at giving head.

“Such a good little pussy licker, aren’t you, Sangie? You love being between my legs that much, hmmm? Were you meant to simply be a throne for my cunt? Cuz your tongue feels amazing in me.”

Yeosang, somehow, became even more enthusiastic in his pussy-eating. He wrapped both arms around your legs so that he could rub his face against your cunt. His tongue flicked at your clit rapidly.

Your engorged flesh was ripe to be licked, and it took everything in you to maintain your brain cells and continue to praise him. You did run your hand through his hair and use your other free hand to play with your breast.

“That’s it, play with my clit and make me feel good, Yeosang. No one has ever eaten me out like this, oh god, you’re going to ruin me for any other man, this is like heaven.”

You lightly pulled Yeosang’s hair as he coaxed you towards a climax. You pinched your nipple, pulling and playing with it to only aid in the pleasure you were feeling in this moment.

Soon, you were resorted to short, simple sentences like “yeah, just like that, Sangie” and “fuck, feels so good”, unable to wax poetic anymore.

But Yeosang was focused on his purpose. His tongue was working quickly against your clit and you could feel your climax soon approaching. You were about to tell him as such, when as if he had a connection to your brain, he sucked harshly on your clit and you came.

You squished his face with your thighs. Yeosang didn’t stop you, even though he was fully capable of pushing your thighs back apart. You had a sneaky suspicion he enjoyed the pressure.

“Holy fuck,” You cursed. “Yeosang, I--” You let out a shaky laugh.

Yeosang stood up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Don’t you dare say that was a one-time only freebie.”

Your mouth stayed open in shock. “Uhhh?”

Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed with worry. “Please. Please, please, please. I could do so much more for you.”

You pursed your lips to one side and then grinned as an idea formed. “Only if you can compliment yourself once a day on your talents.”

Yeosang was nodding his head quickly, without another thought. “Absolutely. I can do that. Without a doubt.”

You laughed under your breath. He'd probably pretend that he hadn't agreed to that tomorrow, cutely scratching his head like nothing bounced around in that gorgeous head of his, but you knew better. Your boss pretended to be an airhead but underneath that exterior was a man who simply enjoyed eating pussy artfully.

❤️Day Ten: Mingi| Masterlist | Day Twelve: San 💛

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𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝐸𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉~ 𝒯𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎

The Menu

💙Pairing: Villain! Jung Yunho x Hero! Reader (f)

💙Au: superhero au

💙Trope: e2l

💙Genre: smut

💙Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

💙Warnings: ⚠️CNC⚠️, dom! Yunho, sub! Reader, temperature play (hot and cold), oral kink, fingering, anal (f), toy use, nipple play, begging, nicknames yunho is called sir and reader is called darling, hand kink (it's yunho come on), degradation, edging, dacryphilia, safe word usage, aftercare

💙Word Count:1,420

💙Summary: when your villain lover enjoys playing out pre-negotiated scenes of cnc with you as the in-denial hero and you indulge him

💙Day Seven: Yeosang | Masterlist | Day Nine: Seonghwa🩶

You hung by your wrists in a cave high in the mountains that was nigh unreachable by anyone other than someone with wings. Said someone was currently pacing in front of you, his leathery wings wrapped around his shoulders. 

“How unbelievably fortunate that I was able to clamp that collar around your neck, mmm?” Yunho began his villainous monologue. “Now you cannot possibly use your powers against me. And,” Yunho paused to poke his tongue into his cheek cockily, “anytime you do use your powers, it will only be used on yourself in the most delicious of ways. Soon, I’m afraid, you’ll be begging for me to fuck you.”

You laughed confidently. “Beg? To Fuck you? You’re delirious, Chernabog.”

Yunho’s eyes narrowed down at you cruelly. “Fine. Don’t believe me? Use your powers to free yourself. Let’s see you get yourself out of this, hero.”

Your eyes flashed orange with your flame power and you channeled it to melt the manacles holding your arms aloft. Instead of the warm sensation of melted iron, you felt heat at your neck. You watched with horror as your fire powers descended down your body and incinerated your costume. You were completely naked in front of the villain.

Yunho casted his head back and laughed a belly laugh that sent a chill down your spine. “Brilliant. Simply brilliant. I’ll have to thank Jongho for his creation.”

You swallowed, your confidence shaken. Your eyes flashed ice blue to form a pick to undo the locks but it was no go. You felt ice on your nipples and clit and cried out at the sudden temperature change.

Yunho walked slowly towards you, arms held in a clasp behind his back. His eyes peered curiously at you. “How do you feel, Darling?”

You gritted your teeth. “Shut the hell up.”

“Jongho told me that you should be wet and pliant the further you get frustrated. Is it working?” Yunho continued to prod at you.

You channeled your fire again, you couldn't help it. You hurled fireballs towards Yunho--or that’s what was supposed to happen. Instead, you felt the dual sensation of some heat at your hole and your ass and you let out a wanton moan.

Yunho spread his leathery bat wings wide out, almost embracing you in the shadow of them. His eyes turned yellow and his horns twisted further as a dark purple aura grew around him. He was simply bathing in the villainous acts, growing stronger as you grew weaker.

“Test it again. Aren’t you stronger than this? Aren’t you the savior of all the innocent? A true hero of our time? You’ve beat me countless times before! Why not today as well?” Yunho taunted you.

“Good will always prevail,” You said through gritted teeth.

You focused on conjuring a thin skin of impenetrable ice over your entire body in order to halt this madness but it was no use. No matter how much you focused your powers, they always backfired on you. This time, you felt like an icy tongue was inserted in your mouth, twirling and playing with your own, fulfilling your oral kink.

“Ready to beg now, Mercury?” 

Yunho’s hands floated over your body but he didn’t touch. It was clear he wouldn’t do anything until the right words left your mouth. 

“You are despicable,” You sneered.

“Mmmmm,” Yunho hummed in agreement. “You’re not wrong. The collar now has absorbed enough of your energy now that I can use it against you by prompt. I hope you’re ready to have some fun.”

You opened your mouth to protest but it came out as a choked cry as you felt heat on your clit and cold on your nipples. Your body bucked at the dual sensation, making the chains rattle above your head. 

“HHHnnnnnffffffff,” You bite done on your lip but it did nothing to stop the noises of pleasure leaving them.

Yunho pressed his forehead to yours, encompassing you both in his wings, leaving only the glow of his yellow eyes to penetrate the shadows. “Do you want to come like this?”

As the words left his mouth, you could feel the heat flicker up and down your clit, like it was a hot digit playing with your lower half. The coldness tightened your nipples almost painfully and you longed for release. Yunho had not been wrong. You were almost on the edge of begging with him to stop playing with you. Almost. 

“Who would want release with a villain like you?” You spat.

“Oh, darling, you say that like you’re not dripping with need,” Yunho teased you. 

Yunho pushed up his glasses, revealing his metal covered nails. His other free hand pressed the pads of his finger to your clit. A cool, phallic shape pressed against your cunt. You grunted as it filled your hole. Yunho’s fingers circled your clit slowly. A hot tendril wriggled against the sensitive skin of your puckered hole. 

You were driven crazy with lust as all the sensations hit you at once. You were at your wits end now. “Please…Yunho…”

“You will address me as Sir now, if you want to come, darling,” Yunho insisted. 

Your nose wrinkled up in displeasure. This villain truly wished to see you on your knees for him. “Please, Sir.”

“Much better,” Yunho purred. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as the cool-powered dildo moved in and out of your cunt. It’s pace was enough to make you spread your legs further apart. Yunho’s fingers stopped their circular motion and made a more direct rub. The wriggling tendril at your ass pushed past your puckered hole and deep into you. You moaned loudly as you were given exactly what you wanted. 

“Speak, hero,” Yunho prompted you. “Tell me how good you feel from a villain using your powers against you. Tell me how useless and pathetic and vulnerable you feel. Tell me that no hero could ever fuck you like this.”

Your eyes flew open and you couldn't help a glare shoot from your. “What could you possibly do better than Hongjoong?”

“Oh, that was a mistake.”

Yunho backwinged so that he parted from your body. You breathed heavily as everything that had been stimulating your body came to a halt. The villain contemplated you with his fingers rubbing his lower lip in thought. 

“That pathetic hero probably only knows missionary and vanilla sex,” Yunho scoffed, clearly worked up now at the mention of Hongjoong. The genius hero was your strategist in your hero group and always seemed to master thwarting Yunho.

You swallowed, attempting to gather yourself. “I've had no complaints so far.”

Yunho snarled and then you were bombarded with everything and anything. Hot digits on your clit, cold dildo in your cunt, hot tendrils wriggling in your ass and cold suction cups on your nipples. It was so much sensation that you became utterly dumb with desire and need.

“Yunho…yunho…hnnnn…please…sir…wait…this…oh god…fuckfuckfuck…please.”

“See,” Yunho paced in front of you. “There’s no way such a meat and potato hero can satisfy you. You’re so debased and needy, you are enjoying everything I have to throw at you, aren’t you? You love being fucked in almost every orfice. I leave your mouth alone so you can beg for redemption. Will you?”

A cry built up in the back of your throat as you felt the pleasure in your body amounting to absolutely nothing because it stopped the second before your release. Big, frustrated tears fall down your cheeks at the denial. 

“Sir…I’m sorry…please, give me release… I beg you,” You sobbed. 

Yunho clucked his tongue in annoyance. His metal tipped fingers curled at your cheekbone to capture a tear. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked the tear from it. “You don’t deserve it, you know. I should drive you to your breaking point and make you my sex slave. What would the world do without their Mercury, hmmm?”

Your eyes made contact with Yunho’s and you said, “Spicy Popsicle.”

Yunho’s wings folded around his body and he walked to your pitiful form. He unlocked the manacles and caught your form before you fell. He rubbed your wrists and arms, helping the feeling come back into them. Then he kissed your cheeks and dried your tears.

“I told you that you wouldn’t be able to handle it,” Your villainous lover whispered into your hair.

“But it was so good,” You admitted, hiccupping as your sobs subdued themselves.

“I have to admit though, you are beautiful when you cry,” Yunho chuckled.

💙Day Seven: Yeosang | Masterlist | Day Nine: Seonghwa🩶

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𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒮𝒾𝓍~ 𝒟𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒫𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

The Menu

💙🩵Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader (f) x Song Mingi

💙🩵Au: zombie au, post-apocolyptic au

💙🩵Trope: love triangle, throuple

💙🩵Genre: smut

💙🩵Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

💙🩵Warnings: hair pulling, double penetration, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, anal, fingering (m&f), nipple/chest play (m&f), oral (m), cum play

💙🩵Word Count: 1,503

💙🩵Summary: when yunho decides he's tired of you and mingi fighting over him amongst a zombie apocalypse and a threesome is the only way to settle the aggression.

💙🩵 Day Five: Jongho | Masterlist | Day Seven: Yeosang❤️

“I think I’m going to die,” Mingi groaned as he clutched his chest. The board with nails in it that was his impromptu weapon lay discarded on the bus’s floor.

You rolled your eyes. “Kinda sad when you just finished saving yourself from zombies.”

“Yunho, she’s calling me a coward again!” Mingi protested to the driver of the bus.

“Guys, I’m kinda busy up here,” Yunho grunted, turning the wheel harshly to take a corner and fishtailing into a crowd of zombies.

The harsh turn prompted you to fall into Mingi’s lap. You glare up at the scaredy-cat, who is looking down at you with the biggest boba-eyes. “Why do you always cry to Yunho the first chance you get?”

“Because you’re a bully,” Mingi insisted, turning his head stubbornly.

“Hold on, they’re amassing out here guys,” Yunho shouted from the front.

Your body pressed further against Mingi’s as Yunho drove rather roughly through the zombie horde.

Mingi swallowed loudly at your proximity. “You can hold onto me. If you want. It’s okay.”

You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes again. “You just called me a bully two seconds ago, Mingi.”

“But you’re so soft…and squishy,” Mingi murmured.

A rather visceral image of Mingi’s hands on your boobs, squishing and massaging appeared in your mind’s eye and you had to chase it away.

You pushed yourself off Mingi and snatched up your baseball bat that had been modified to electrocute. “I’m going up to the front,” You scoffed.

“Wait!” Mingi called out after you. “Don’t leave me alone!”

You half fell into the seat behind the driver’s. “Yunho. Please save me.”

“If you want to drive, be my guest,” Yunho said through gritted teeth. “Otherwise, I’m preoccupied and can’t play referee.”

“That would be unfair either way. Yunho would side with me and you’d get angry,” Mingi inserted as he bounced into the seat across from you.

Your fists tightened on your baseball bat and you had to relax your arm muscles. “I could do Yunho a favor and just take you out myself. Then he wouldn’t need to referee anything,” You muttered under your breath.

Yunho suddenly pumped the brakes and both you and Mingi got squished against the barrier in front of you. “That’s it.”

“Are we safe from the zombies now?” Mingi asked hopefully.

“Yes!” Yunho shouted, turning around in the driver’s seat angrily. “But I've had it up to here with you two arguing over me!”

“Yunho--” You struggled with the internal conflict of wanting to soothe Yunho and finding him extremely attractive when he was angry.

“No!” Yunho stomped down the aisle of the bus towards the back.

“Look what you did now,” Mingi accused you.

“Me?” You hissed back. “You were the one saying that I was squishy! Make up your mind!”

Yunho collapsed into the huge bed at the back of the bus, which was made mostly of pillows and blankets piled on top of each other. “The daily stress of zombies is bad enough. But to add the two of you bickering is enough to want me to crash this bus with all of us in it.”

You knelt at the edge of the bed while Mingi threw himself on top of the pouty Yunho. “I'm sorry, Yun.”

“See, she's sorry, everything is okay!” Mingi grinned up at Yunho

It was written all over your face as to how you were feeling about Mingi’s latest barb but you said nothing.

Yunho’s hand seemingly patted Mingi’s hair tenderly before he grabbed a handful of it and made Mingi’s neck strain with the force. “You're being a brat, Mingi,” Yunho growled.

Mingi smirked. “Got your attention though, didn't I?”

Yunho clucked his tongue in annoyance, his gaze moving towards you now. “You're not much better, you know.”

You clasped your hands together, unable to meet Yunho’s eyes. “Mingi’s right. You know. It's because we both want your attention on us, not the other.”

“Fighting over me is not going to resolve this,” Yunho grumbled.

“What do you suggest then?” Mingi wondered.

“Fuck each other,” Yunho says without a pause to think.

You audibly gasped and Mingi’s mouth opened and closed, looking like a fish out of water.

“Do it,” Yunho continued. “And I'll forgive you.”

“I'm not fucking him,” You declined quietly.

“What if I join you?” Yunho countered.

“What?” Mingi said in disbelief.

Yunho leaned in closely so his lips were near Mingi’s ear but his eyes were burning into you. “What if we fucked her together?”

“Yunho!” You objected.

“We could die tomorrow. Tonight. In an hour. I’d much rather be fucking than fighting,” Yunho informed you.

That’s how you found yourself double stuffed. In a zombie apocalypse, discarding your clothes completely wasn’t the smartest idea. So clothes were simply pushed up or out of the way for the sake of a good fuck.

You made out messily with Yunho, on your hands and knees over his body. His cock was nestled deep in your cunt. Mingi was bent over your back, drooling over your shoulder, as his cock pumped in and out of your puckered hole. His hands enthusiastically squeezed your breasts as his stuttered moans fell against your ears.

“Mingi, I’m sensitive,” You complained, your nipples having been played with by Mingi’s long fingers.

“Fine, I’ll just switch,” Mingi grunted.

His hands moved from groping your chest to Yunho’s. Yunho cried out against your lips, fingers digging deeper into your ass and he urged his cock faster inside of your wet hole.

You whimpered as Yunho’s hands pulled your ass cheeks apart and Mingi sat up to admire the view of his cock disappearing into your body again and again.

“See, I told you two this was the better option,” Yunho rubbed it in at being right.

Yunho sat up and you squealed as Mingi slipped out of you. Yunho pushed you to your back and bent your legs up to your ears. Yunho jerked his head to motion behind his body. “Fuck her behind me, Mingi,” the older man commanded.

Mingi took no time getting behind Yunho and slipping back into you. Only Yunho moaned and Mingi was grinning like an idiot behind Yunho. “That’s it, fuck yourself on my finger while you fill her up,” Mingi said.

“Oh god,” You moaned.

“Did you just clench around me because you know Mingi is finger fucking me?” Yunho growled in your ear.

“I--” You're not so sure you can actually form a coherent sentence with two cocks inside of you.

“You're prettier when you're stuffed and dumb,” Mingi said in that turned-on, midnight-deep voice of his.

All you could do was whimper as you felt the most amount of pleasure you've ever felt in your entire life. “Mingi!”

“Next time,” Yunho announced, “Mingi’s gonna fuck you while I fuck him.”

“Please?” You whined.

Yunho laughed and then cried out, settling deep into you. “Fuck, your fingers always do that to me.”

You kissed Yunho as he released inside of you. Mingi isn’t far behind Yunho, spilling into your other hole with a drawn out moan. “Fuck, I think she might be tighter than you, Yunho.”

Something about being filled with two men’s cum sent you over the edge. You cry out gutturally and you see stars behind your eyelids. “HHnnnnnnnnn oh my god!”

Both men pull out of you and you get to relax without your legs around your head. You can feel both of their cum spilling out of your holes and you keep your eyes closed.

“That’s… kinda hot,” Mingi admitted out loud and your eyes snapped open.

“You really can’t decide what the fuck you like, can you?” You grumbled.

Mingi smirked and then kissed Yunho sloppily. He wrapped his hand around Yunho’s length and made the other man groan into the kiss.

“No fair, I don’t have energy to move after being split in half,” You whined.

Mingi broke the kiss but continued to stroke Yunho until the other was hard again. “Don’t move then. And I told you it was never going to be fair.”

“Mingi, shiiiiiiiit.” Yunho’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Mingi leaned down between his legs and started to suck Yunho off.

“You sneaky fuck,” You cursed under your breath.

You crawled on your hands and knees until you wobbled between Mingi’s legs. You licked his cock, cleaning his cum with long licks of your tongue. Mingi moaned around Yunho’s length and made Yunho curse out.

“Oh, this is too tempting,” Yunho groaned.

Suddenly, you feel Yunho’s fingers inside of you, pushing his cum back into your slick heat. When another finger slipped in your ass as well, you realized Yunho really enjoyed the idea of you and Mingi.

Had this threesome really fixed your rivalry with Mingi or was Yunho just reaping the benefits?

With Mingi’s cock in your mouth, and Yunho’s fingers in your other holes, you weren’t really in a position to complain, were you?

💙🩵 Day Five: Jongho | Masterlist | Day Seven: Yeosang❤️

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𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒯𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎-𝒮𝒾𝓍~ 𝒫𝓊𝒷𝓁𝒾𝒸 𝒮𝑒𝓍

The Menu

🖤Pairing: kitty hybrid! Jung Wooyoung x human owner! Reader (f)

🖤Au: nonidol au, hybrid au, FFF 23 part 1, and FFF 24 part 2

🖤Trope: established relationship

🖤Genre: smut

🖤Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🖤Warnings: public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, bratty sub! Wooyoung, pleasure top! Reader

🖤Word Count: 1,572

🖤Summary: you take wooyoung out to a hybrid café, and as typical of your bad kitty, wooyoung acts up in the most delicious of ways

🖤 Day Twenty-Five: Mingi | Masterlist | Day Twenty-Seven: Yunho💙

Your heart swelled at your happy hybrid. Wooyoung was having a good time out and about in public. With his new collar merrily jingling as he adjusted in the chair he was sitting in in the cafe. It was a safe place in public to accompany your hybrid. And it was so nice to see Wooyoung enjoying himself.

“We can come here again, right?” Wooyoung bounced in his chair with a bright grin.

“As many times as you like, Wooyoung,” You assured him.

Wooyoung, for all of his enjoyment of your company, was quite the social cat, as it turned out. You had yet to see him so vibrant and so you would pull yourself from your garage and your projects and allow Wooyoung the socialization he so craved.

Wooyoung sent you a mischievous smile and you swallowed. He was about to push his glass onto the floor and make it break, metaphorically, of course. “We can come as much as I’d like?”

“Wooyoung!” You scolded him.

It was only as effective as to make Wooyoung’s grin wider. “Is that not what you said?”

“Be good,” You warned him, eyes flitting around, seeing if anyone else was overhearing your conversation.

Wooyoung grabbed his drink, gulped down many swallows and then let out a noise of contentment. “I am.”

“No, you are not--”

“Wooyoung!” A bouncy silver bunny hybrid bounded over. “We’ll see you again, right?”

Wooyoung smiled sweetly. “Of course, Seonghwa. I can’t wait.”

You sipped your own drink quietly but it could not hold the happy smile beaming on your face. Wooyoung’s face softened for a moment.

“You do really get happy when I’m happy, don’t you?”

“Wooyoung, you know all that I have ever wanted is for you to be happy,” You sighed.

Wooyoung leaned forward, one of his kitty-cat fangs peaking past his lips. “And if making me happy meant taking me to one of the bathrooms to relieve me of a certain problem?”

Your eyes widened. “Surely you don’t--”

Wooyoung reached over and grabbed your hand and was tugging you to the back rooms before your brain could catch up with your body. You tried to tug back and dig in your heels, but Wooyoung was determined to get exactly what he wanted. And although he was submissive to your touch, he was truly the one that directed your life.

Once the two of you were sequestered in a small bathroom, and the door locked, Wooyoung dipped his head to your neck and began to mouth there.

“What has got you so worked up?” You murmured, your hand naturally finding the nape of his neck and sneaking under his collar.

“I’ve been a bad kitty,” Wooyoung moaned, mouth lowering until he could follow the line of your button up shirt and into the swell of your breasts.

You couldn't help but press Wooyoung’s mouth to you eagerly. The feel of his rough kitty tongue against your sensitive skin was not something you could deny yourself, despite the public setting.

“How have you been bad, Wooyoung?” you growled.

“Do you remember Seonghwa from earlier?” Wooyoung nipped at the swell of your breast, causing you to groan in response. “My fingers might have accidentally brushed against his dick. And his against mine. His was innocent and curious. Mine was not.”

You yanked back on his collar, lifting Wooyoung’s head from your bosom. Wooyoung’s eyes were blown and his Adam’s apple worked hard against his collar as you slightly choked him. “Wooyoung! You cannot be doing such a thing in public. And with a stranger no less. I’m going to have to find Seonghwa’s owner and apologize.”

Wooyoung licked his lips lazily, the tip finding his freckle, as he often did when he was satisfied with himself. “Why apologize? She’s probably got a horny bunny humping her by now. Or him. I dunno who his owner is. Who cares? I’m hard,” Wooyoung whined. “Please, can we play here? Play with me!”

“You are such a bad kitty!” You hissed. “No, I will not play with you here. All you do is cause shit and expect to get rewarded for it. Not this time.”

Wooyoung pouted. “But it would make me happy.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew he was manipulating you, of course you did! But you were such a weak person when it came to Wooyoung. You couldn't help that the hybrid that came home with you from the scrapyard was so starved for attention that he would act out and it hurt something in you to see someone wounded as such. You had promised yourself that you would do anything to keep him healing. And if it was to fuck him in the bathroom in a cafe, well, who were you to stand in the way of that?

“I love you, Jung Wooyoung,” You said softly. You kept your finger under Wooyoung’s collar and brought it to the front. You flicked the tag that declared him yours. “I would do anything for you.”

Wooyoung knocked his forehead playfully against yours. “Play with me,” He said, his words whispering against your lips. “Show me.”

You pushed Wooyoung back towards the toilet. He sat down, eyes dancing with interest. “Very well then, Wooyoung. I will play with you in this dirty bathroom. Such a naughty kitty,” You murmured.

You could see Wooyoung’s cock twitching in his baggy pants. “And what are you going to do about that?”

You crouched before Wooyoung. “How dare you let someone touch you without my permission, you bad kitty.” Your fingers briefly brushed against his cock. “Perhaps I might make your cock weep but not touch it.”

Wooyoung groaned loudly. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”

Your hand fished into your purse and you found the leash that you are required to use with Wooyoung when walking down the streets. “Or…” You swung the leash in your hand. “Leash you and hold you against my pussy and make you eat me out?”

Wooyoung’s ears flickered and his tail curled around your arm. “I love that you remember everything I say.”

“I commit all your dirty thoughts to memory, Wooyoung,” You whispered, wrapping your leash around your hand. “Whatever it takes to keep you happy, kitty.”

Wooyoung grabbed your head in his hands and kissed you. It was near bruising with its ferocity. “I love you too,” Wooyoung reciprocated.

You dropped the leash, hiked up your long skirt and Wooyoung pulled down his sweats quickly. Your tongues clashed as you both fought for control. You straddled Wooyoung, digging your hands into his hair and rubbing his soft ears. Wooyoung moaned in your mouth and dug his hands into your ass cheeks, kneading them like he was ought to do.

“I’m going to milk you for all your work, you naughty kitty,” You said between kisses. “Do you think your dick can handle that?”

“I may not be in my rut but I feel like you might make me start up again,” Wooyoung responded.

You couldn't help but laugh quietly. That morphed into a moan as Wooyoung bucked his hips so that his cock could brush your wet folds. You were so goddamn wet for our hybrid kitty. “You’re going to be quiet, Wooyoung, otherwise someone is going to knock on that door and know what we’re doing.”

You clamped a hand over Wooyoung’s loud mouth as he eagerly nodded. Then you used your other hand to angle his engorged length to your hole and you lowered yourself down. You had to bite down a groan of your own as you slowly but surely took him within yourself. Once he was fully seated inside you, you started to rock your hips slowly.

Wooyoung’s tongue glided along the seam of his lips unconsciously, and in doing so, ran along your hand. You could feel the cheeky smile beneath your palm. He braced the muscles of his pelvis so that you could more easily bounce on his length. You gasped at the sudden impact. Your hand fell off his mouth and gripped his shoulder instead. His sweater had fallen off his shoulder and so now you had his bronze skin under your hands instead.

Wooyoung’s eyes were hooded as you rose and lowered yourself on him. “That’s it, ride me, pretty. Ride me and suck me dry.” His hands urged your hips forward, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

“Wooyoung,” You sighed his name.

“Gonna come already?” Wooyoung teased. “And I thought I was the desperate one.”

Your hand gripped his hair harshly and you yanked his head back. Your mouth descended down on his in a rough kiss that had you both moaning into each other’s lips. And then you came. You came hard and tangled your tongue with his. The clenching of your walls sent Wooyoung over the edge, along with the faint tugging of his hair as well. As your hips slowed their movement, you could feel Wooyoung’s tail around your waist now.

“Thank you,” Wooyoung murmured against your lips. “You make me very, very happy.”

“It would make me happy if you walked out of this cafe with my cum filling you up and your panties the only barrier keeping it from gushing down your thighs,” Wooyoung giggled.

“Naughty kitty,” You snarled without any heat behind it.

“But I’m your naughty kitty,” Wooyoung said in a husky voice. “And that’s all that matters.”

🖤 Day Twenty-Five: Mingi | Masterlist | Day Twenty-Seven: Yunho💙

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MINGI EXCUSE ME????IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH